Innocent Rebellion

Hey, Officer!
No trouble brewing in me,
Just heading home after a long bus ride,
Eight hours on that seat, oh my!

I’m not sure why I’m explaining,
I’m no outlaw, just a law-abiding soul,
Enjoying my walk to the bus stop, you see,
With a bag of clothes, nothing more, to my name.

Is it now a crime, I wonder,
To stroll Nairobi’s streets, bag in hand?
How hungry must you be, I ask,
How deep does corruption flow in your land?

How many folks have you squeezed, I ponder,
Aren’t you a tad similar to a robber with a gun?
Stealing from the innocent, where you’ve not sown,
In fact, you’re worse, supposed to protect, but you’re on the run.

You’ve asked for “kitu kidogo,” it’s true,
But I won’t grease your palm, I’ve done no wrong.
I’ll endure whatever you put me through,
For change begins with me, and it won’t take long.

I’ll be the change our country needs,
To stop the theft from innocent hands.
You’ve taken from many, sown wicked seeds,
But I’ll stand strong and make amends.
So, proceed and do what you must do

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