These hardened hearts

These hardened hearts, they know of lead only,

These hearts are not smart,

To distinguish between right or wrong,

Morality is as fleeting as a goose,

Their life situations,

Live them hanging by a noose,

In the face of temptations,

They are drawn and falter by the two's,

Lack of empathy, lack of compassion.

Now back to the story of lead,

they hold those cold barrels,

And frequently cock the barrel,

"lala chini" and "hiyo ndio baridi"

they exhort with mean faces.

These hardened hearts, they know of lead only,

lacking in other traces,

They gather and scatter,

they gather on these nights,

and they scatter once they terrorize.

They turn a blind eye,

or so it seems,

to the whims familiar with the victims,

they hear no silenced cries,

they smell only money and material possessions,

they kick, punch, and scuffle for their fleeting 'rights'

Every victim a shilling away to diminishing their plight.

Is this right?

Is this right that they are doing this?

Is it right that we turn a blind eye?

That we act as if our lives offer us an escape from this daunting reality?

But you see, reality is relative,

And these brothers and sisters are our distant relatives,

We need to put an end to this food chain,

Because there is too much at stake - pain,

These hardened hearts, they know of lead only,

These hardened hearts, we need to soften.