BIG TUMMY, SMALL BRAIN

If I said behind your eyes

There’s no brain

That all you think of is political gain

At the expense of wananchi’s pain

If it’s worth it you maim

If it counts you absolve your gang

From blame

That the power you ride on is fueled

By blood, sweat and a nation up in flames.

Would you, Mheshimiwa complain?

If I said beyond your handouts

Is a misty conspiracy to rape our economy

That you invest in masses’ naivety

To gain ethno-political supremacy

That to you sovereignty

Is synonymous with impunity

That you hide your guilty conscience

Under mare masquerade and pretence

As you mourn with mourners

And dine with the hungry

Would you, Hon. Fox, deny?

If I said beneath your sneer

Lies a ruthless heartless wild bear

That you feed on the best of menus

Later to belch smelly obnoxious filth

On a funeral podium

That you are a cheap political prostitute

Who quickly tears off her pants

For any demagogue who can afford a condom

Just to protect yourself

From irrelevance syndrome

Would you, big tummy, object?