Changing times

I see not the reason why,
Y'all so bitter and cry weary,
While the sun is so bright and caring,
When the realm of change has landed oh so dearly.
All you thomases,
Visually impaired by your stunted pessimist minds
The wind blowing against the fairy's wagon
I admonish you,
May hell's wrath drown you to nothingness!

We are at war,
Minus the machetes and smoking canons,
We fight by mind,
The public opinion determines an overall victory
Individual perception dictates one's survival.
There is a revolution,
And the losers are naive of their shackled sight.

We were born to thrive,
Regardless of the hardships we survive
Wrong or right,
We march towards the throne.
For what have we not to stop our marching song
But for the yapping tongues never wary of their wailing and whining?
I say we slash those tongues and stash their heads with a 6th sense!
Then we can move forward to a fabulous conquest

The strategy we work on step by step,
Is void of the politics that maims a prosperous economy,
We, the people with great open minds,
Don't give a damn to the politicising of the development that is deprived of society.

We care not for the pesa mashinani and okoa Kenya,
Or the disease eating away at our pathetic example of leaders,
The marching parade is for the change oriented,
We play our role rightfully,
Sing the song unitedly.
Regardless of the usual shenanigans,
We shall get there.

The symbolism that is the Kwale man,
Reflects the common mwanainchi's feelings.
The tide has shifted people,
And dare you not miss it!