Ashamed to be Kenyan

Will I be painted a traitor when I say I am no longer proud to be a Kenyan? 

Will I be labeled a whites man groupie when i say id rather go away to the white mans land?

What will you call me when I say all I think of is the other world depicted as Canaan 

Far away from this God forsaken Egypt?

Call me a traitor I say again

But every time  I close my eyes i see i dream of smooth roads

I dream of my little son playing in a colorful gym as i look on

I dream of a life 

where my hard work pays off fairly

Not where the boss takes what is rightfully yours

I long for a government that will take care of its retirees

Who contributed to the fund only to be left out in the cold

I long for a government 

Which will let my taxes work for me

Not one that makes me pay tax for the litattle chicken i keep

For that visitor who drops in unannounced

Or for my children during the festive season

I am ashamed of my government

I ashamed of my leaders

I am proud to be Kenyan,

But am not proud to be this kind of  Kenyan