Why

Ever thought why;

The poor get to sleep,

In their dreams too deep,

But the rich awake they keep,

On their goals to reach?

Ever thought why;

The ‘commoners’ fight,
Each other,killing they might,

Onto the streets they protest,

While the ‘Waheshimiwa’ make merry,

Hug one another, rival to rival,

Chest to chest,smile for smile,

Brother, they call each other,

Or is it ‘Brother in Crime’?

Ever thought why;

Why peace is for the low class,

Security, the last of their worries,

‘A smile a day makes the day brighter’,

‘Live for today, God will take care of tomorrow’,

……they believe,

While the high class live behind electrified walls,

Personal watchmen on their gates,

Why family time is a myth,

Only seen in their dreams?

Ever thought why;

The dirty hard work is for the poor,

But returns are for the ‘expatriates’?

Jeans and polos for the elite club, (akina Zuckerberg😅)

But suits for his employees?

Stress for the monied,

And happiness for the not,

Still lost in my thoughts,

Call them dynamics of life,

Or the ironic nature of it,

But I always think why….