United States of America

  THE earths come together
And accede to bow our heads with deference
To the light of the world,
For in the beginning the light said a word,
And the utterance was in the hearts of every American
And it was with the people,
So there was peace and water in the world.
It is the land of America,
Where winter comes every year
Chilling the blood of her populace,
So it is the terra firma of humble America
On which the sun shines day and night,
People working every second bit of their lives
For there is not a night on the land
That would set off these people remember their beds;
And down the curve of years, down
Its battered chronicles of tearful history-
The gaining of sovereignty from the British;
The misapprehension between Negroes and the white man,
The detachment all through the First World War
And change of stance to take part in the Second World War,
The death of grand president j. f Kennedy,
The assassination of a black man’s dream, Luther-
Yes the dark path of her history
Her people have tired and moiled
To put together a once traumatized nation,
The nation that has suffered deeply
The copious accomplishment of the powerful states
Is the route of stability in the world
Of darkness and of day-God
So it is known, created night and darkness-
In dimensions of politics, economy and development;
Oh America is like a lamb
That once rested in the arms of Moses
Oh America is like john the Baptist,
Preparing the pathway for a great affluence
To come to the wretched humankind;
The opulence would be bounteneous
As the oceans and all waters
Even her creator could not draw to a close.
When the world has fallen into
The chasm of darkness
She stands up on the moon
Lighting the earth with a powerful flare,
The people get irradiant with expectation
That as long as there is a super power
Their life shall never get down to graves.
The first knowledge was not developed
In America, though it might be so
Which nation has forever been
So technologically sophisticated? None
Like the son of man who lived
On the graven and scrawny earth
For over three eventful decades
Who was sacrificed in the broad daylight
So humanity may live evermore,
So that emancipation might save,
America is the sacrificial lamb,
Sacrificed every day so that
Enemies of social equality and tranquility
Might not hit upon a place in the universe;
Oh is there one who
Is as kind as the soaring states?
In the moments of hitch and crisis,
Through immense suffering appalling
An American will shed a tear
Down the right eye but
The left shall keep on vigil to find a solution:
After all JOB suffered to the tip of demise
But one day when hope he had all given up
He got well and lived well eternally after
In the kingdom of his creator,
When an American feels broken down
He will read the book of Ruth:
‘And Naom cried but he could not give up on life’.
Oh America is fine-looking
Like the sunup rose bright
The creator must have lived on the land
Ere He quite to the mansions of heaven;
Oh America must be revered
For when you see her defense forces
You see security and protection on the face.
The brilliant land of America
Has seen the most great writers
Like Ernest Hemingway, Walt Whitman,
Maya Angelou - who should be a poet laureate;
The entire world let tag on the way,
The savior and the star of the world,
For today never shall it be like tomorrow-
Tomorrow may be a ferocious war
But in wings of the America,
In the shadow of the shepherd
We shall come back victors
To have defeated the adversary hardheartedly,
Oh God bless America.

song of my soul

1
I STAND in the heart of the stream,
The air surrounding me, engulfing me,
The water flowing past my feet easily,
And a drizzle raining upon my head gently;
Tears of my eyes flowing down my cheeks.
I look at the East, tears in my eyes,
I see my country, my pride, my soul-
I will always sing praise for her
I will always caress her with deepest affection
I will remain to her a faithful and deferential son
I will treasure and glorify my great country
Where I grew and ate and suffered and disenchanted,
Where the sun sets and shines impeccable-
Where many tribes live, one nation, one people.
Oh! How beautiful it is to be in Kenya:
My motherland, my love, and my pulchritude.
As I rest on this cool river alone, all alone
I see thy grand and great country
That gave birth to me, am her adored son.
I shall shield and protect her with all my power,
I shall fight those who oppress my mother,
To those whose aim is to beat her
I shall single-handedly defeat them,
To those whose aim is to prostitute her,
I shall lay dangerous traps to kill them;
Let the coldness in my feet in the river,
Let the drizzle or rain on my head
And let the cold air that swallows me
And let the faith in my soul, in my heart
Give me the spirit, the hope and determination
To always be there for my mother
The one who has made me understand
The meaning of love.
2
THE bird in the air knows why it sings,
The river where my feet now lies
Knows why she murmurs all her whole life,
And the fish in the stream
Pretty understands well why it must be there;
So my country Kenya with its great
Features- Mt. Kenya, Masaai Mara, Mombasa beach,
The green tea, the green land, arid land, tropical climate-
Surely the ultimate Being must have thought well
To rest the grand Kenya where it is today.
Oh! My country I love you sincerely.
To you alone I shall provide abundantly
When the sun is in the blue sky
To you alone I shall pay my last respects
When the sun sets and I must die
To you alone I shall bequeath my wealth
When this river shall drown, swallow me.
To you my mother, my life, my love and soul
I shall cry for when you go sick
I shall rejoice with you in your victory
I shall console you in your defeat,
I shall dance with you in your merry-making.
Kenya, you shall never mean any more much to me
Than you do now- you truly shall
Always be great to me all ages
3
YOU are the land of all people, all people
Black, white, colored, yellow- all are welcome;
They build and adore and revere you vigorously,
They laugh with hope for you are the source of hope;
You inspire the poor to be rich, you inspire the rich,
You do not discriminate and segregate and curry favor.
You are just, independent, true and gracious;
Oh! Kenya, you rebuke those who disobey
And you benignly reward those who do right-
Your eyes are open forever.
I believe in your integrity and dignity
Founded on solid virtues, and not on stinking vices.
I believe in your power, in your law
4
LET me fly and sing you praises,
Together With the birds of the air,
Let me swim and preach your good reputation
With the creatures of the water to the whole world,
Let me cry my tears, wash my face
So I can clearly see your beauty
So I can see your grief,
So I can see your sorrow in me.
Count me in your grief and in your sorrow-
I shall console you and I shall wipe away your tears.

5
LET me come to the end of my song to you
I see water coming down the mountain with energy
But I can see a bright future, the beautiful sun,
And green land on your being, I can see
Prosperity running to meet you, I can see
You transform into paradise, oh Kenya.
Oh! How I wish I could have lived to see you change
But the water is approaching; I’ll go under and die
Though gleefully for I shall leave you happy
Oh Kenya, my country goodbye.