If flags could talk <br />How about flags of our fathers <br />Aged with time <br />Faded, to glory and misery <br />Is it a crime <br />If I tell the story <br />Of this faded flag <br />Over the years we have bled <br />Our patriots and country men <br />Tom Mboya`s, JM Kariuki`s and Pio Gama`s <br />We have massacred our people <br />Remember the Wagalla massacre <br />Blood on the runaway <br />Kenyans murdered by the Kenya army <br />Lets light this dark alley <br />Of the history of our army <br />And keep the red fading…. <br />Our environment browning <br />Our people not getting any crowning <br />Poor than our fathers <br />The ruling elite <br />Politicking with our environment <br />Dry rivers, scorching sunlight <br />The green is fading… <br />Killing each other <br />Tribal animosity <br />Not accommodating one another <br />Hence shredding our white to pieces <br />Lets quit the blame game <br />And pick up the pieces <br />To whiten our white stripes <br />Because our white is faded… <br />Black were our ancestors <br />In our skin we have melanin <br />Even just a trace <br />The sun gives you the tan <br />If you are a European, Indian or Arab <br />You will always feel black <br />Colour doesn’t matter <br />Our black can fade…. <br />This is just but the tale <br />Of our FADED FLAG<br /><br />PAUL OGUDA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-faded-flag/
