This is a poem that a teacher wrote from Karen Academy. He teaches Class 8 (8th grade). His class performed this for my team yesterday (June 7,2011). The teacher’s name is Tr.Omondi.
I am in deep sorrows, telling you about the virus,
That have just errupted, corrupted, disrupted
And has left our nation busted.
Take cover my friend
The magma might fall on your head
And might leave you dead.
For once you are infected,
You get rejected, dejected and not respected.
But who is to blame for this disaster?
Is it the master, the buster, the gangster or the pastor?
But the truth will always stand
That you are the oppressor, compressor, depressor, and professor of your own life.
Not forgetting the lawyer and destroyer of your own morals.
There goes Mr. Mutinda, he calls himself a church leader
And when he see Mrs. Linda
He quickly forgets he ever haves a wife called Rita,
A daughter called Mama Sita Binti Sinyorita
And a son called Simon Peter.
What is wrong with you brethren?
Have you turned the house of God into a place of social gathering?
Shame on you if that is what you call Christianity.
But remember God is not mocked
For whatever a man will sow then he shall reap.
For the wages of sin is death
And the gift of God is life eternal.
When will you ever discover or uncover
What it really means to be a true lover?
The devil will use your mind as bait
And you will die of AIDS.
But a man or a woman of good character trait
Knows that true love waits.
I went to a burial ceremony of my friend Jack
Where people said he died of a heart attack.
After a chameleon fell on his back
Forgive me if I made a bad remark
But our friend fornicated in the dark.
Deep in my mind
There is great meditation and lamentation
About who will build our nation
If our young generation dies in moral contamination
We have to unite to fight this deadly killer
That has left our mind and hearts in a thriller.