POLICY UNDER POLICE
It’s 6 O’clock Pm East Africa Time
Some Kenyans returned home
And the camp turns into a prison
Everyone heading to end up their missions
On the other hand
We see some footballers
In different fields
Playing and sadly, police fight
Against passengers
Who do nothing
But pushing
To get in the police car
Some speak loudly
Thief, thief, I can hear voices.
Jump the queue of the wall
Incidents come up
People injured
Nobody cares,
People lose money in this hardest case
Nobody cares,
People lost their lives
But nobody cares.
Can someone please tell me the role
The real role of the police?
Should they be a guardian?
Or should they be median ?
I don’t have an answer
Because I don’t actually understand
For what will I stand for?
If my people are jailed?
For no reason.
If my people are mistreated?
For no reason.
For what will I speak up?
If humanitarian keep quiet?
For matters of their donors.
For what will I show my face?
If international agencies keep secret?
Nobody cares.
People live under pressure
In a place we assume to be safe
But still we feel to be in the same place like home.
In a place we assume to be protected
We feel marginalized
And unconsidered
Living with unconscious police
Who destroy humanity
Who deny what’s right
Who add cases on you without faults
Living in a county
Where we tried to be family
To local community
But still, we are given names
That discriminate
Name that don’t give hope
We endure
But do cannot not remain calm.