If the kidney fails, we just swap it out, no care, no fight—
But what about the lungs? What about the heart? What about the mind’s light?
Surrounded by voices, each full of dreams and chance,
But no one seems to notice, as they drift in a trance—
Flowers everywhere, but you’re the thorn in the lungs keeping the heart pounding—
So considerate of those broken arteries in life’s little vineyard.
But somehow, the rind still glows, and the thorny fruit ripens...
Perhaps I’m just a cactus pear.
Oh, they’ll never know—it rains and rains, drenching it all,
While the heart keeps thumping like the blooms that fall.
Who’ll stitch up these veins, or light the candle’s glow?
Even the mustard seed had a story, but it’s all for show.
They delegate tasks like I’m just here for a free meal,
Left my room leaking, but hey, who’s counting the deal?
I speak of refuge, but oh, how they must think it’s all a joke!
Guess I’ve got nowhere else to go—just a seat at their table, all smoke!
Reminiscing past glories, chasing futures untold,
While I stand in the present, a story gone cold.
They talk of tomorrow, their hopes, and their plans,
Yet, none reach to help me, caught in the sands.
If the kidney fails, we just swap it out, no care, no fight—
But what about the lungs? What about the heart? What about the mind’s light?
Surrounded by voices, each full of dreams and chance,
But no one seems to notice, as they drift in a trance—
@omwambaKE so sorry to say that most comrade survive by editing MPESA messages... You see people living lavish life but ni ukora... punish them but don't kill them