What if parliament was burnt down
Burnt down completely to the ground
The ground so that nothing is left
Left for MPs to use and misuse
Misuse and use for their own benefits
Own benefits forgetting the mwananchi
The mwanachi who placed them there
There to serve us well
Well yet all they do is sleep
What if parliament was hit by a meteorite
A meteorite right from space
From space to intervene for us
For us who shoulder the burden
The burden of increased salaries
Increased salaries and allowances
Allowances that they never work for
For all they do is fight and sleep
What if parliament was flattened by an earthquake
An earthquake so huge to leave no stone unturned
Unturned because we no longer see the need
The need to continue paying them
Paying them to pursue personal agenda
Agenda that has no national interest
Interest for which they were elected
What if parliament was turned into a kindergarten
A kindergarten to take care of kids
Kids that our MPs have become
Become because of the infighting
Infighting that goes on among themselves
Themselves when they can’t agree
What if parliament was a pig sty
A pig sty to hold 222 pigs
Pigs with nothing serious to do
To do except eat and fatten
Fatten for the slaughter’s knife
What if parliament became a maximum prison
Prison to hold in 222 criminals
Criminals who rob in full daylight
Full daylight without flicking an eyelid
What if parliament were a morgue
A morgue to store redundant members
Members whose expiry dates are overdue
What if parliament was a museum
A museum to store relics of independent
What if parliament was a chang’aa den…
Mwangi Gituro©
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