A sailors call upon us,
Harsh but true,reality versus fiction,
I stand a sailor in the sea of life,
The harshness of reality is existing and ever growing,
As we paddle for our millions,
We are met by a million distractions,
Alas this is the society we live in,
Getting an education worth 20+ years of your life,
Working 25hours a day but the outcome,
As grim and meagre that u cannot afford higher than the minimum wage,
Yet u have mouths to feed,
People who look up to u to provide,
A responsibility you gave birth to,
You cannot run from it,
Morals and principles distinguish your individuality,
Sometimes it becomes to much to bear,
And the most needy men turn to crime,
A crime of fortune turns to a cry for the innocents,
A battle fought among ourselves and against the law,
The Law in my case given to us by a government corporation,
A plague invested with corruption and bribery,
Which seeks to oppress the poor and enrich its officials,
Where our individual products are treated with contempt and a lower grade,
Whereas the neighbours products is enshrined and worshipped,
This is my country kenya,
And your nation,
A sea of treachery,
A sea of thieves,
Wake up my fellow sailors,
Hear the sweet song of the mermaids,
For the few enlightened we paddle for rest,
I can see land in the horizon,
A land to better ourselves,
This is my cry; a sailors cry,
Will you answer?

Mel the dreamer



Strings and dolls are just the beginning
Weird as it may seem,
A lot of us rarely ask are we puppets?
21years have passed,
And I still follow the system handed down,
From generation to generation,
The system dictates education is power,
Yet the most successful men are dropouts,
Illiterates govern the country,
While criminals are the most powerful individuals,
Why then are we taught to be sheep,
For the wolves to prey on?
Who says that a piece of paper can be currency,
The defining element between rich or poor,
Why should there be billionaires,
While there are billions dying of hunger,
Yes we accustom poverty to failure,
An act of laziness to some,
Why should u bring a child,
Into a world where all she will know is pain and suffering,
Where she will have to beg and squander,
For food and shelter,
Where she will have to sell the very essence that makes her special,
To men who will use and discard her,
Where she will be condemned for prostitution by the same men she pleasures,
Why should she be a puppet of Destiny?
Why do we let single individuals be the focus and limelight to our world?
We are so vexed with the lifes of the so called celebrities,
That we spend entire life savings ,
To view an individual,
Like a wild animal in a zoo,
Yet you have outstanding bills to cover,
Also instead of having friends and a life
We spend our lives following their gossips and rumours,
Truly is this literacy,
Is this the power of education?
Where we are robbed blind,
We are fucked Left and right,
Yet we are powerless to do anything,
Are we just slaves?
Puppets do our puppet masters bidding?
What are you?

Mel the dreamer