It's All Bullshit

Our eyes swell and grew misty

We never saw them through the law

They are still innocent until proven guilty.

Bullshit! Our legal system has a flaw

They are all guilty but will be proven innocent!

This is the reality we should all know

The law is a negotiable instrument

They pull strings and judges start to dance

Tunes of our cries for justice are no equivalent

To the music of Money that takes them into trance

Court adjourned. Court will recess in two years

We all know that Justice delayed is justice denied

But we still hope it rains justice to wash away our tears

Not yet! Not with the cloudless skies of political impunity

Whoever defined democracy as government for the people lied

In this case it is government for the corrupt society

A fewer greedy and hypocrites so called Politicians

Maize gone, Kazi kwa Vijana funds gone…they are like magicians

As far as it smells or looks like money they will make it disappear

…nina apa ya kwamba nitakuwa mwaminifu kwa jamuhuri ya Kenya! Shiii!

Utumishi kwa wote?! Let's think again. It's all bullshit!!!!!!!!!!! 

-Edwin Onyango

THY WILL BE DONE

Pictures of grief flushing in my mind

Wondering what’s happening to mankind

A thousand questions I have no answers to

Lots of happenings yet I don’t know what to do

I raise my hands up high on my knees as I worship,

"Oh Lord remember you promised us ease after hardship

Tonight I call your name, please Lord tell me

How much tears do we have to cry,

before you know that we are in pain?

How many people have to die,

before you show us your mercy again?

How many orphans have to suffer,

before you show them that you are

the Father, who art in heaven?

The Father to the fatherless

How many have to varnish in darkness

Before you show them that you are the light of the world

How many of the hungry have to perish,

Before you show them that you are the bread of life?

Fulfill your promise to the widows ‘to love and to cherish’

Their true husband, their defender

How many of the weak have to slip away,

before you show them that you are their strength?

Forgive me Lord for I don’t understand your will

But tonight, for all of them I close my eyes to pray

Our Father, who art in heaven,
    hallowed be thy Name,
    thy kingdom come,
    thy will be done,
        on earth as it is in heaven

Amen."

  

-Edwin Onyango

Enjo're'

Horn of Lolkerra is blown

Swords of fury are drawn

A man of honor, well known

To the community as Laibon

Was slain in the break of dawn

His head cut off and thrown

in the bushes near his home.

The village is now a combat zone

Warriors alert guarding the throne

Some are sharpening spears

Their wives are drowning in tears

Their Children are hiding in fears

This will be a war of endless years.

Revenge is a dish best served cold

A phrase their rage couldn’t hold

Someone somewhere has to pay

Their enemies had better pray

to their gods to meet them halfway

For today will be a very bloody day

“Today we fight for our King”
Enka'i, oooh! Enka'i, Enka'i, oooh!

“May the gods rest his soul in peace.”

-Edwin Onyango

She is one of them

Show me a woman who isn’t beautiful

And I will show you Jesus on a wooden bicycle

Tell me that there is no single man that’ll ever love her

And I will tell you the one that taught Baby Jesus how to cycle

She might not have Tyra’s smiling eyes

But they both flow with tears of love and passion

Hers might be for her profound spiritual link with Jehovah

As Tyra’s might be for “Oh no my hair is breaking!” or for fashion

Hail to the one Almighty poet

All women are like a walking poem

Some people will sing them some will recite them

But for all I know, all their stories are more than just a proem

Everything as every woman has beauty, but not everyone sees it

She might not be the most beautiful woman in the world, but she is one of them!

-Edwin Onyango 

A-list hypocrisy

Holier than thou but behind the curtains you are busy eating swine

Reading from the Holy Qur'an at the same time singing Satan’s song

At the altar you preach water but in the dark chambers you drink wine

Reading from the Holy Bible while drunk! Don’t you think that’s wrong?

Don’t show me how much you know the writings in the Bible

Because even the devil can cite scripture for his own purpose

Ask your “self-righteousness” if the seeds you are planting are viable

Or the clapping and yelling you call worshiping is just some circus.

You know going to church doesn’t make you a Christian or holier

Any more than going to the garage makes you an automobile

Dramatically Shouting God’s name in public won’t make it any easier

for you to inherit his kingdom. That’s just pimping your religious profile.

Speaking of which, stop questioning whose God is real and whose ain’t

Being a Christian or Muslim is a matter of one’s spiritual belief.

And spending your time condemning my religion makes you no saint

For all I know, we are both spiritually struggling for torment relief.

-Edwin Onyango