The sons have had their run
Their wheels stopped to turn
Gone never to return
To the city old hymns sung
Old Njenga, Karume's son
N Michuki, Christined John
In age their stars still shone
And endeavors of youth shown
Gave to the last breath and bone
Off they rode days between
Its a pair paired in vein
Like one was the others' twin
Watch how they spread their throne
And masses their way drawn
Little by little empires grown
Pressing patience the balloons blown
Decoration medals their live tune
Never pretentious was his tongue
And ruthless his venomous fang
But every wall his portrait hung
His turns are in litany sung
The metal that was John
On Nairobi River almost swam
And he of Karumes' gene
With an eye for a charcoals shine
Ain't gold after all carbon?
Let's escape the prisons within
It's not really where we begin
Just gather the strength to win
The young got a boost to begin
To the old they are king
To be is all but brain
And to toil your hands train
The truth of pain in gain
Whose absence none would've been
My moan takes a new turn
For heroes with suns done
Torturous days bravely Bourne
A legacy self-cast on stone
Rest in Peace Njenga Karume
Rest in Peace John Michuki
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