Hark! The Poor Song

The heart all torn,

Sorrow therein borne-

Why all this scorn?

For Nairobi’s poor born?

 

3am, children not asleep?

How do you not weep?

When will rescue seep?

Don’t we need a tip?

 

3am? They should be enfolded-

Warm, fed and adequately boarded.

Poor souls not corded.

 

Capitalism? Politics? Governance?

Which is the evil dance?

That erases our grimace

And impoverishes in a trance?

 

Rescue Nairobi Good Lord!

Don’t tear the sweet accord!

Disparage against each odd-

And create an equalising quad!

 

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