The coin

Cries everywhere, mourns everywhere,

Are you not aware, deaths are everywhere,

Hope you stand there, hear me from there,

Many have died, others will be dead,

Guess the trend, when we’re dead,

Hope you did, yes you did,

Your hears heard, that cry they had,

Your hears there, here me from there.

Silver has eroded, life is gone,

Bronze has cleared, future is gone,

Many have died, rushing for coin,

Many have killed, rushing for coin,

Coin is too little, but erode lives.

Public belonging gone, privatisation leading,

Commoners dead gone, royals are kinging,

Claiming corruption, it is tomb digging,

Commoner don’t mention, “corruption” its eliminated,

Coin is too little, but erode lives.

Come on dear, listen nicely,

Join me hear, air it quickly,

Burying them here, is too likely,

If we stop there, they’ll not be lively,

Coin is too little, but erode lives.

By Patrick Mutinda,

The poet.

Moi university student.