You meaner despot of the day
Who tortures brutally our minds
By patriotism of a clique.
You shameless Herod!
Black crocodile skin what reign?
You fanatic dictator of the day
Who scorn our Uhuru, so dare
Sworn foe of I and my dear.
From Forbes to Plumtree swords swing,
Subjects in stained harmony for loss of word,
You alien invader,what charm?
Who reap where you sow not
Cursed be the womb without charm
That bore this man-child,
Natives at your Kingdom’s mercy
You skirtfond geriatric monster
Wicked throne-thirsty monger
Gloomy soul-saints on death beds
Bliss,gay comfort dearth
And abject poverty dreads
What are you when the throne ceases Outcast
And the sword rusts?
What are you when the undertaker triumph
Beseech no tears hither and thither Rustler
On the great trumpet
Let no sane soul touch your casket
For scrolls speak volumes
Written by COLLEN KAJOKOTO