Now that they celebrate upon our blood and sweat
We won’t ever forget to remind them
Lest they forget the madness
And the unwarranted sadness
Their greed for power put us through
Their ill gotten seats, their power
Is the sweat and blood they shed
When they ganged us against another
Children taking up arms
We won’t forget to remind them
Lest they forget we killed one another
Their only crime being a shrubbing
Of a particular Swahili word
As a mother chose a father’s child
And for that we died for a crime
Our fathers committed
By James Ouma
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