In Gluttonous prayer breakfast, delightfully feasting,
More than five hundred thousand suffer, desperate in their plight, destitute in their leaders' love.
A prayer breakfast, turns to a political rally,
Empty words fall, promises out of sight.
Starved souls watch, hunger gnawing within,
-Surviving with a meal or two, a day, yet none without fine linen is in the feast-
Their pleas for aid, all lost in a deaf ear.
Unfulfilled vows breed despair, where's hope?
Oblivious feasters, blind to the pain,
Indulging while others in are in mild anguish.
A callous prayer's hypocrisy, a cruel refrain.
Where's hope?
Let us rise with compassion, love your people as you love yourselves,
We'll be happy if you share the feast,and heal the world.
Actions speak louder than prayers.
No longer shall prayers mask inaction's cost,
The hungry need nourishment, not hollow words.
A just society we demands, where hope prevails.
Oh, let us pray with hands that truly give,
Empathy and action, should be the light.
No longer silent, may our voices strive to uplift.
For prayer is empty without deeds to back,
To feed the hungry, should be your desire,
To change Kenya, and never to look back.
- Kenya is not rising, but the leaders are-

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