aka ronaldo(on TIG)
Nairobi,
The city in the sun,
So they call it.
Others call it the land of opportunities,
Where everyone is always rushing,
Busy to listen to anyone
But tell me my brethren,
Where these opportunities are,
that I may not be left behind.
Show me these opportunities,
That make people craze for this land.
For I have seen none.
Only sulky men and women,
In moving metal houses,
Homeless juveniles,
Men with crippled legs,
Busy begging for daily bread,
Heartless men mugging,
As others pass by,
Watching,
Without lifting a finger,
Nor raising a voice.
O heartless men of this land,
When will you ever learn to be brotherly,
And have synergy to combat these ruthless acts?
O land of opportunities,
Opportunities to die,
Opportunities to be mugged,
Opportunities to sleep on empty stomachs?
Nairobi,
For these are but the dreadful opportunities,
That you have to offer,
For truly you’re,
The land of opportunities
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