Kakuma’s uncountable threats

Alive amidst dreads

Killings for money and honey

Unbearable wind knocks heads, a day

Malnutrition, babies cry foul



Khanga covers heads, a day

Any veil, cap or eye glass

Keeping dust not accumulated in ears, under eye balls

Ugly Tarach vomits

Many luggage and buildings lost



Kicks and a run, donkeys enjoy themselves

Active cold, night unfolds

Kakuma home of jackals and parrots it should be

Useful pens oh! under oppressive sun

May comes, rains I can’t tell




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