I’m looking for someone to blame, for nature’s destructive side,
I’m looking for someone to blame, grant me a soul or it’s justice denied,
I’m looking for someone to blame, for the Northern parts of my country,
I’m looking for someone to blame, for tribalism and bad politics in my country.
In Northern Kenya the other time it was famine, now it’s raining and everywhere it’s floods,
Those beautiful people; the Turkana and the somalis, only prayed for enough water for their herds,
Made holes in the sand in search of water, walked for days in search of grass and few grains,
Now rain is here and they’re forced to flee, surrender their livestock; all they’ve toiled for, life’s gains.
Now who do we blame?
Do we blame God (The religious will call me blasphemous)?
Do we blame Mother Nature (Yea, I think I’ll blame her. She’s biased)?
Ourselves maybe, for being born in such regions (Nah, no one chooses where to be born)?
Or just shut the hell up and blame no one, concentrate on surviving (Quite mean).