Attila’s Empire

 I look back to few years past, when cats went ape shit, blood was spilt, next door brothers was killed, over some bullshit them politicians in their midst raised a bloody blood bath. Loose propaganda tongues made niggaz lift up machetes and guns, call it in their class collateral damage, they still fuck with the mentalities of blind followers, speaking on ghost projects to the poor, a few shillings thrown just us to lure. Our level of life, not a dollar a day is what we endure, but how you gonna stand on your own two, if you still holding placards praising The Who and who, who don’t know where your last meal came from. But that’s the system we live in, it ain’t thing line, between the rich and the loyal sheep shameless, the poor living below the poverty line, fighting for you to get your political seats, step on the lime light and forget about their needs, I’m talking about Kenya and it’s political elite.in the years of election, they step down, off their horse and walk holding our hands in the dusty streets, and the sick cycle continues, we vote them back in, complain about that shit, wait for 5 more years to complain about the same shit.