The invasives tell us to
     go pound salt,
     fill a rat's hole with sand,
     play in traffic,
     fly a kite,
and, essentially,
     ****** off.
The Mau Mau didn't hear:
Their ears were stuffed,
Their tears were gritty;
Uniformed marauders
Commanded them:
     go **** yourselves.
It's hard to respond
With your head up-side-down
Near the ground
As rifle barrels pound
Sand up your ****,
With your mouth spitting
Hour glass grains.