REVOLUTION?

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A few years ago we all lined up with our ID cards and election cards to "choose" or rather elect leaders we thought could pull this our country out of the melt- down it was wallowing in. See nobody could blame us if we did the right or the wrong because we were a bunch of invalids who were ready and desperate for anything that could cure us of the disease that was eating at us.
Whether we were shortchanged or not remains a matter of personal opinion,how I look at it might or might not be how you or she looks at it.Its all personal.
These two poems are about the flip side of our society after the "second(2002) revolution."

BETWEEN

ITS ONCE AGAIN THE SEASON OF MADNESS
BUT WHAT FILLS OUR HEARTS IS GLADNESS
SOMEONE SAID,"these politics of primitivity ought to be in the museum of antiquity as its where it belongs.."
SO ITS ONLY FAIR
THAT WE SHARE
AND UNLEASH WITH THE GREATEST OF MENTAL FLAIR
WHAT ACHES IN OUR INSIDE
IN A WAY SO THOROUGH THAT WE CANNOT HIDE.

SEE I AM STUCK
OR HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING
I AM IN BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE
AND ANYONE CAN RIGHTFULLY DECLARE THAT I AM IN NO SOLACE
NOW,ALLOW ME TO GET PERSONAL;
MY FAMILY AND I ARE EKING A LIVING OUT OF IDLE GOVERNMENT LAND
AND OUR LAND RENT IS AS HIGH AS ZERO.
THE NEXT REGIME THAT IS ALL ABOUT PROMISES
IS HUMBLY BEGGING FOR MY kura,
THEY SAY THEY WILL SUCCEED WHERE THEIR PREDECESSORS FAILED
INCLUDING PROPER LAND REFORM...?..

2.An adaptation of "SHAMELESS ODE TO THE SECOND REVOLUTION" by Mutuma Mathiu,specific names have been exempted.

MAKING A DIFFERENCE:

MY COUNTRY IT SEEMS HAS COME UNSTUCK IN TIME,
WE ARE FLOATING IN AN ELECTION BUBBLE,
WITH NO MEMORY OF HISTORY
EVERYTHING IS NICE AND FREE
EDUCATION,HEALTH,PEACE,JOBS..THESE THINGS WILL BE GIVEN TO US..

THE REALITY IS PRETTY UGLY THOUGH
JUST LOOK AT THE NEWS;
THUGS CAUGHT WITH PANGAS,RIGGING SCARES,
THE COLLAPSE OF THE DOLLAR;
BILLIONS IN FOREIGN RESERVE LOST IN DAYS..

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SECOND REVOLUTION?
WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING?
I THINK ONE OF THE THINGS THAT CHARACTERIZES US AS A COUNTRY
APART FROM BEING GULLIBLE AND THOUGHTLESSLY TRIBAL
IS A TOTAL LACK OF GRATITUDE AND APPRECIATION..

THE LUNACY OF DICTATORSHIP,LAND GRABBING,
THE CLOBBERING OF CITIZENS ASSEMBLING PEACEFULLY
THE ARBITRARY ARREST OF OPPOSITION LEADERS
TO DENY THEM PEOPLES ACCESS;ECONOMIC THEFT...
ALL THOSE ATROCITIES THAT WE LIVED THROUGH ARE NOT HERE TODAY

These are definitely two ways of looking at it;either the glass is half empty or half full,but it isn't up to the brim..
PEACE!

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