Soft and gentle without a cause,
running towards a light that moves
Where to go after a pain like this and what to do
It’s hard to say the right thing at the right time
when all wewe want to do is express who wewe are.
Pain, sorrow and anger is all words create sometimes.
How do wewe know when to say a word au keep your mouth shut?
Kind words are less spoken in these times and
zaidi and zaidi people are hurt kwa it than actions
It dries a moyo that was ones filled with upendo for others
and now where does it lead -
To dust and dust alone;
Caring has been put aside and
anger and deceit has risen instead
why does this occur in such a violent way
It opens doors that should have been kept shut
and closes doors that should be open;
One brick at a time they say
In the end the ukuta around wewe will be finished
and you’ll be salama from the world outside
Now the choice is, who to let in and who to keep out
So many people so little trust;
Open eyes closed mouth.
All wewe see is a fading life,
from colour to grey and grey to black
Slowly but surely life will seize to exist and
nyumbani is where I’m headed and
no one can stop it;
What is words if there is no meaning.
Words from the moyo is better said
than words without a heart;
running towards a light that moves
Where to go after a pain like this and what to do
It’s hard to say the right thing at the right time
when all wewe want to do is express who wewe are.
Pain, sorrow and anger is all words create sometimes.
How do wewe know when to say a word au keep your mouth shut?
Kind words are less spoken in these times and
zaidi and zaidi people are hurt kwa it than actions
It dries a moyo that was ones filled with upendo for others
and now where does it lead -
To dust and dust alone;
Caring has been put aside and
anger and deceit has risen instead
why does this occur in such a violent way
It opens doors that should have been kept shut
and closes doors that should be open;
One brick at a time they say
In the end the ukuta around wewe will be finished
and you’ll be salama from the world outside
Now the choice is, who to let in and who to keep out
So many people so little trust;
Open eyes closed mouth.
All wewe see is a fading life,
from colour to grey and grey to black
Slowly but surely life will seize to exist and
nyumbani is where I’m headed and
no one can stop it;
What is words if there is no meaning.
Words from the moyo is better said
than words without a heart;
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying kwa their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will upendo start?
The siku we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The siku we upendo too much to kill
The siku others' pain becomes our pain
The siku we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying kwa their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will upendo start?
The siku we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The siku we upendo too much to kill
The siku others' pain becomes our pain
The siku we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Newly born
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the uchungu, chungu wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
imba its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined kwa others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of Lost symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the uchungu, chungu wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
imba its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined kwa others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of Lost symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn