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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required To the Church..To the Mosque To the Temple! From the dawn Of our Republic We have honoured you And exalted you You have marked the way And we have followed You have lit our steps From the old times But today we ask Where is your light We have searched in your roofs And we see it not We have searched in the skies And we see it not We have scanned the deep And blackness is all we see Where are your paths For thorns have grown in their stead Where is your voice For we have waited And we hear it not We ask not without cause For those that have scarred The hearts of our youth With counsel so vile Are hovering in your compound Those that have laughed At the groans of our infants Held in their pawing hands Are wearing your gowns Those that we gave custody Of our baby devolution Born of the new law Are reaching for our treasures Their eyes on our sweat Yet the baby we got not alone Timothy Njoya was with us Henry Okullu was with us Alexander Muge gave his life For the baby That they now line up One by one to defile Why have you abandoned us And orphaned the baby we got Will you not stand with us As in the days of struggle When you went with us To the streets of Nairobi And to the hotels To help us reclaim Our portion in the land That our fathers left? Is it you have forgotten Your treasured roles Or that you are weary? We long for the warmth That your company begot Many things we can forfeit Many more we can mock But your esteemed company not
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