Beneath Kenya's heavens, where rivers and streams flow,

Is hell which rings a tale of woe, a catastrophic blow.

Floodwaters rise, relentless, marauding, fierce,

Claiming lives and homes, leaving hearts pierced.

In the wake of devastation's wave and tide,

Over 250 innocent souls – obliterated, lost, denied.

Yet in this grief, this painful dismemberment

Lies in the negligence of our “prayer-soaked” government.

For where were the hands that should have steered,

The ship of safety, when danger neared?

Where were the disaster plans, the management strategies bold,

To shield our people from nature's hold?

The lack of foresight, the absence irrevocably stark,

Leaves wounds deep, in the fabric of our mark.

As homes are swept away, innumerable dreams submerged,

The outcry rises of dreams purged.

Declare it a national disaster, we plead,

For in unity lies the urgent need.

To mend the broken, to right the wrongs, to heal the pain,

To ensure such loss is not in purely vain.

In memory of those who've slipped away,

We vow to fight for a brighter day.

Where disaster management is more than a word,

But a shield of safety, in Kenya's world.