The dark horses around pushing you to the height,
your pride glares as you put on the light,
who knows, you could be wrong or right,
making noise all day and night,
not even for your right,
but your mama's fight.

Calling us animals with no future,
blaming us for your every failure.
It is a curse when life becomes your teacher,
discrimination, when reality becomes bitter.
No, no one's got selfish interest or for enmity,
but everyone's got audacity! 

Victor Rotich