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Bribing for Uthamaki survival, Made Kenya a fortune’s fool, Not only Kenya but those that gave And received bribes of all sorts, Job favour and money favour To make Uthamaki an eternal kingdom, They all chewed un-toothsome slices Of the public fortune’s fools, They were bribed by cars, money, jobs, Lands, upmarket houses. And all the stuffs Of bribery regalia, and then they went dumb, On truth and facts of the day; them; Chiloba and Chebukat, dumb they went holus-bolus in the manacle Of the claws of Uthamaki and its jostle for eternity, Like the victims of slaughter in Tolstoyan epics. They hated the truth and fell in love with falsehood, Feeding children of Kenya on the brutality of Gebelawi, Faked elections and police brutality in the alley of Samantha, She died seeing the club of a full geared anti-riot police, it was All but power of the bribe in the vacuum of conscience, The true desire of our ages, ages, ages, ages; desire for ages, A bribe can **** yes it killed Musando, A bribe can **** yes it killed Juma, A bribe can **** yes it killed Samantha Pendo, A bribe can **** yes it killed Stephanie on the balcony, The bribe kills brutally when taken in line of duty, A job promotion to job security fight for Uthamaki, It kills brutally when received in line of avarice; More land, houses in Karen, swollen bank dove-cots, Free lunch and air-ticket windows of the bribe, That can **** you to death when siring Uthamaki, A bribe kills reason, mires power of truth, A bribe fetters love for truth but bigotry extolled, It can sent you to Paris sprinting with the keys To the server room stuffed in your pocket, A bribe warps the mind of the giver and the taker, It makes democracy look the platter on which Was John’s head, I mean the Baptist, Uthamaki nourishes itself on the power of crime, Looting, corruption, ***** riches, prostitution, lawless hawking, Cartels, land-stealing, insider contracting, faked academic testimonies, employment by tribe, gangstering like Mungikification of the youths, insider tendering, and now computer-generated uthamaki all but nothing less than power of the bribe, legerity is full in the hands of Uthamaki, to condemn the sit that loves the truth, fairness and justice is the harmful light to the bat’s eye of Uthamaki, Uthamaki and the truth are oil and water, uthamaki and the truth are as a Muslim and pork uthamaki and the truth are an Israeli and an Arab, they are an anti-thesis, Kenya a battle-field. Uthamaki the thesis of imperial selfishness, democratic truth the poor child of Kenya on the guillotine made of bribe, Uthamaki has the name an epiphany all over, Hospitals, schools, roads, avenues, maternity homes Colleges, toilets, airports, prisons, barracks beyond zero, And so forth, they all bare the name Uthamaki, Uthamaki where are your age-mates and prison mates Imprisoned for parting in struggle for freedom, Uthamaki, You have stolen Kenya’s history and slaughtered the owners At the slaughter-stone of bribe, using the tribe as your Knife,
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 5:51 AM UTC
BRIBING UTHAMAKI IS FORTUNE’S FOOL
Bribing for Uthamaki survival, Made Kenya a fortune’s fool, Not only Kenya but those that gave And received bribes of all sorts, Job favour and money favour To make Uthamaki an eternal kingdom, They all chewed un-toothsome slices Of the public fortune’s fools, They were bribed by cars, money, jobs, Lands, upmarket houses. And all the stuffs Of bribery regalia, and then they went dumb, On truth and facts of the day; them; Chiloba and Chebukat, dumb they went holus-bolus in the manacle Of the claws of Uthamaki and its jostle for eternity, Like the victims of slaughter in Tolstoyan epics. They hated the truth and fell in love with falsehood, Feeding children of Kenya on the brutality of Gebelawi, Faked elections and police brutality in the alley of Samantha, She died seeing the club of a full geared anti-riot police, it was All but power of the bribe in the vacuum of conscience, The true desire of our ages, ages, ages, ages; desire for ages, A bribe can **** yes it killed Musando, A bribe can **** yes it killed Juma, A bribe can **** yes it killed Samantha Pendo, A bribe can **** yes it killed Stephanie on the balcony, The bribe kills brutally when taken in line of duty, A job promotion to job security fight for Uthamaki, It kills brutally when received in line of avarice; More land, houses in Karen, swollen bank dove-cots, Free lunch and air-ticket windows of the bribe, That can **** you to death when siring Uthamaki, A bribe kills reason, mires power of truth, A bribe fetters love for truth but bigotry extolled, It can sent you to Paris sprinting with the keys To the server room stuffed in your pocket, A bribe warps the mind of the giver and the taker, It makes democracy look the platter on which Was John’s head, I mean the Baptist, Uthamaki nourishes itself on the power of crime, Looting, corruption, ***** riches, prostitution, lawless hawking, Cartels, land-stealing, insider contracting, faked academic testimonies, employment by tribe, gangstering like Mungikification of the youths, insider tendering, and now computer-generated uthamaki all but nothing less than power of the bribe, legerity is full in the hands of Uthamaki, to condemn the sit that loves the truth, fairness and justice is the harmful light to the bat’s eye of Uthamaki, Uthamaki and the truth are oil and water, uthamaki and the truth are as a Muslim and pork uthamaki and the truth are an Israeli and an Arab, they are an anti-thesis, Kenya a battle-field. Uthamaki the thesis of imperial selfishness, democratic truth the poor child of Kenya on the guillotine made of bribe, Uthamaki has the name an epiphany all over, Hospitals, schools, roads, avenues, maternity homes Colleges, toilets, airports, prisons, barracks beyond zero, And so forth, they all bare the name Uthamaki, Uthamaki where are your age-mates and prison mates Imprisoned for parting in struggle for freedom, Uthamaki, You have stolen Kenya’s history and slaughtered the owners At the slaughter-stone of bribe, using the tribe as your Knife,
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 5:51 AM UTC
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