Only when you come close,
Is when one can see the pimple,
From the skies,
Our city- Nairobi looks perfect,
But on the ground, its choking,
Hard to believe but look at our rivers,
Something greatly has changed,
Water that flows in them has.
Are they gray or colourless?
Some will say we colourblind.
But let our children draw
in their books, then we can distinguish.
Growing up, rivers were full of life,
source of inspiration and happiness,
solace was found there,
They could speak to the inner souls,
But today, they are dead.
Are they gray or colourless?
But let our children draw
in their books, we can distinguish.
We have seen their journey,
We have seen how they are dying,
Our waste,
Our policies and negligence
All is killing them,
We, truly the killers.
You & I,
But let our children draw rivers
in their books, so as to realize.