Our Faded Flag

If flags could talk
How about flags of our fathers
Aged with time
Faded, to glory and misery
Is it a crime
If I tell the story
Of this faded flag

Over the years we have bled
Our patriots and country men
Tom Mboya`s, JM Kariuki`s and Pio Gama`s
We have massacred our people
Remember the Wagalla massacre
Blood on the runaway
Kenyans murdered by the Kenya army
Lets light this dark alley
Of the history of our army
And keep the red fading….
Our environment browning
Our people not getting any crowning
Poor than our fathers
The ruling elite
Politicking with our environment
Dry rivers, scorching sunlight
The green is fading…
Killing each other
Tribal animosity
Not accommodating one another
Hence shredding our white to pieces
Lets quit the blame game
And pick up the pieces
To whiten our white stripes
Because our white is faded…
Black were our ancestors
In our skin we have melanin
Even just a trace
The sun gives you the tan
If you are a European, indian or Arab
You will always feel black
Colour doesn’t matter
Our black can fade….
This is just but the tale
Of our FADED FLAG