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Rain
We have the wealth of the land and the sea and the sky
Yet pandemonium everywhere and we are weeping.
Like women after too much wine and not enough love.
And our prayers and sacrifices onto God ascending
Facing Kenyas highest mountain
Where the traditional God of love and help harbours.
They are Roasting beef and game and beasts of burden.
A man lost his wife in hospital on Friday night
because Kindaruma dam has shed all its waters.
We are beginning to worry what our eyes have seen.
We counted every wrong which calls for an amending
Tears upon our faces are like blood.
Come rain and shower on this rising dust and solitude.
Salvage our trees; salvage our electricity.
Our labour will till the soil to salvage our shilling.
and we will hit our drums and blow our horns
and our anthem shall keep lingering in the air.
