At an IDP camp

It’s the jump-around spirit

Possessing these kids

That makes you forget,

Even once, that this is an IDP camp

 Their high spirits

Blind you to the one fact you ought to know:

Here are they who were puked

These people are the vomit of our nation

And the nation is such a decent dog

Never going back to clean its mess

But eyes cannot be fooled

The torn titling tents perched

On a muddy earth with dirt streams

Confront them rather bluntly

The noses too cannot be fooled

They twitch to dense foul smells

From full-to-the-brim mud pit latrines

And rained on, peed on, poo-ed on, beddings

And the sight of tired, worn out mothers and grandies,

Pierces pores in your soul

Making it drown in sorrow and shame

This injustice reaches your insides

Faster than the hypocrisy of our leaders!

Karani Kelvin (Facebook or Twitter). - sirkarani@gmail.com. I also blog at Business Tips Kenya. Share your thoughts, comments, compliments and criticisms below.