Longest coastline in Africa

Home of poets, in the east

Has forgotten its noble titles

For war within has yet to cease

The school without its children

The animals without its master

The street without its customers

The land filled with disaster

Cut of the same cloth, 

Yet the strings want to knot

Until the fabric becomes 

Unrecognized, because they fought

Drought has stricken the people

But the tears bring the water

Medical care is limited

But wounds still bring slaughter

Tribalism separates the people

Like the rivers that separate the land

One day will remember its beauty

And return to feeling the sand