A friend of mine asked that I do a choral verse for her, and I scripted a piece. She rejected it, but then she never understood it. The message is within the script, and if personification and characterisation is done right through production, this could be a winning piece.
Oh, my sons…
You sons of the soil
For you I work and toil
Sweat in the dust and sun burst
My hands are calloused and coloured as earth
Evidence of endless manual labour
My back bent in decade’s strain
Against odds, and the steep hill of life.
I worked diligently and
To see you live
All fed and stomach full
Jumping and playing in the rain
Muddied and all messy
So full of life.
That, dear sons, give me tremendous joy.
Age takes toll on my strained body
Another child grows within my womb
Straining to see the world.
You looked up to me from your infancy
All your lives, I mothered and mattered.
Can I look up to you?
(First Force: Oath taking)
By the powers bestowed by the constitution
To uphold, defend and protect the people
As per the laws of the land
To the best of my ability
So help me God.
(Brotherhood: Oath taking)
I take this solemn oath
By the blood of The Brotherhood
The sacrifice of our seers
To push forward the just course
For the Brotherhood Fist Rule
So help me Papa-Shaka!
Another dawn breaks
Men from their sunken beds wake, pushed by accumulated unmet needs
Worn tools of livelihood in hand
They lose themselves to the day’s hustle bustle
Mama Mboga slices through another fistful of Sukuma Wiki
Mbugua the butcherman load and hooks up carcass for kilo chops
The wary city hawkers parade their wares
Ever watchful for the bully ‘kanjo’ army.
Children chorus ABCD… in the numerous public schools
The employed slave and labour in their 8-5 shifts
As the wealthy wake late, take a dip in their pools
And do another mega-deal.
Life trudges on like some old smoke belching locomotive
Mens’ endless endevours in pursuing money seem vain
Money always seem to fly around like some Jini-god
Hope fuels the very souls
To rest at dusk, and await another daybreak
A seemingly endless cycle.
We are Sons of anarchy
Descendants of Great Grand Papa Kane
We feed and thrive on pain
Chaos and terror inspires us to our course
A dream to have the Brotherhood
Have complete Power, Influence and Control
Against the Westernized civilization.
And over the will of weak-kneed men.
Day in, day out we stand watch
On the watchtower, river fronts, roads and porous borders
Our hands on our firearms
Our hearts in our hands
Our lives in God’s Holy hand
Pushed by purpose to defend the lands
And prevent prevalent massacre
The souls lost at Westgate broke our very hearts
The Garissa slaughter of innocent young but a nightmare
And the daily threats of terrorism make us all say these silent prayers;
‘Not on my watch
Not my family
Not my life…!’
The end justifies the means
And fear in livelihoods to the millions
Confusion, terror and intimidation define our subjects
As you all submit to our schemes.
As you cower in cowardice
And shit in your pants
We celebrate every victory, every hit with a hi-five
Parties and orgies
As we decorate our warriors
For brevity, courage and extremist acts
Every hit is a masterpiece
You wretch my belly with your hollow bellows
Boasting of evil deeds when millions suffer in needs
We are vigilant, ever watchful
Arms in hands, finger on the trigger
No love for a brother murderer
An eye for an eye, tooth for tooth.
The villagers vigilantly watch out
The city with cameras mop every inch for your thiefy
And men stand ready to wipe out your scum.
We are rich in wealth and abundance
Living in best neighbourhoods and foods life can offer
In the government we are represented
Even in the force our own are present.
Desperation and surerity for a little dime drives thousands into our camps
Internet calls and connects us all
Even the best of the best knock our doors
Escaping our cunning charm not.
Hush children, hush…
Its almost midnight
The moon is almost full
And the wind of change swiftly picks up speed.
The baby in my womb kicks excitedly
Almost…be still child.
I stand to defend these lands
Bring hope to its people
This night will pass, and with we’ll see another dawn.
Men will walk and work without worry
Women will conceive, and care for their families
Children will have a future
And fulfill their purpose.
Another masterpiece, maybe the grandest of all.
When blood flows
So is our livelihood redeemed
And sacrifice justified…
Shut up, you sons of Anarchy!
Gobble up your deathly abominable words
Clean up the bloody mess that rain down your wake.
The law will take its cause
Happily we’ll oblige to uphold it
To see you behind bars for a thousand years
Or preferably, hang in the gallows
And have your generation cut off forever.
We shall deal with you Kamikaze-style
No retreat, no surrender.
You may kill one of us, but not a thousand strong.
As children of this earth
We have the right to live and belong
We stand against terrorism and all forms of extremism
We stand as one,
Calling upon every man,
race and country;
let’s cut the head of the snake at its head
enough of the blood shed, massacre and wanton destruction
Cooperation against radicalization into violent extremism
And upholding to the core principles of
LOVE, PEACE and UNITY
Would ensure a future for our children’s children.
Arise, lets save humanity.
Holding born baby in her hands.
A new dawn
A naw day
Behold, a new day!