Kenya my small world of fear
Have you ever taken time to see what surrounds us?
Or have you closed your eyes ingorably because you prefer to be blind?
Do you admit that precious Kenya is falling apart? ...
I dream'd there would be Spring no more,
That Nature's ancient power was lost:
The streets were black with smoke and frost,
They chatter'd trifles at the door:
I wander'd from the noisy town,
I found a wood with thorny boughs:
I took the thorns to bind my brows,
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