A Time In Time.
From the mountains they came,
Smeared in ash, they all looked the same,
They indeed looked paler than white,
And with sticks that spat flame.
Our brave warriors armed with bows,
Blessed by *Ngai-prophets they stood in rows,
With a sprinkle of holy water, they all bowed,
And swore never to let their motherland be sold.
Ululations by the village women,
As they sent the warriors at seven,
All in groups of one to eleven,
And swore if they died, they leave for heaven.
The sticks spat flame,
The warriors charged bellowing flames,
Limited in might but full of brave,
They swore none of them would end up a slave.
Warriors and villains as they were seen,
All stood from different divides
With hate and contempt in line,
They shot and slaughtered inhumanely.
The white apes emerged victorious
And no custom or culture did they take serious,
They degraded us and made us minors.
Not satisfied with the land they seized the life of sailors.
™©Mwangi Njoroge.
Smeared in ash, they all looked the same,
They indeed looked paler than white,
And with sticks that spat flame.
Our brave warriors armed with bows,
Blessed by *Ngai-prophets they stood in rows,
With a sprinkle of holy water, they all bowed,
And swore never to let their motherland be sold.
Ululations by the village women,
As they sent the warriors at seven,
All in groups of one to eleven,
And swore if they died, they leave for heaven.
The sticks spat flame,
The warriors charged bellowing flames,
Limited in might but full of brave,
They swore none of them would end up a slave.
Warriors and villains as they were seen,
All stood from different divides
With hate and contempt in line,
They shot and slaughtered inhumanely.
The white apes emerged victorious
And no custom or culture did they take serious,
They degraded us and made us minors.
Not satisfied with the land they seized the life of sailors.
™©Mwangi Njoroge.
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