I Cry For Mt.Kenya

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As I drew my curtain,

I looked at the mountain,

Our natural heritage

Of the past, the present and future age

And the snow had thawed

The dry peaks jutting

In supplication for rain


All in vain

For those lunatics,

Worse than fanatics

Had set it on fire,

The forests razing like pyres

Clouds of smoke as black as burning tyres.

Burning up the moorland

Turning it into poor land

In the name of harvesting wild honey

Because of money

Those goons,

No different from harpoons,

Should learn that God wasn't a fool,

When He made the mountain COOL.




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