Mugendi

In Markiti's bustling streets, Mugendi stands tall,

A man of principle, heeding justice's call.

With firm resolve, he faces a corrupt gaze,

As he confronts the officer in the traffic haze.

"My friend's scooter, unlawfully seized,

By your hand, unjustly squeezed.

I was raised to stand for those I hold dear,

To fight against injustice, to make it clear."

With steely eyes, Mugendi stands his ground,

Against corruption's grip, he will not be bound.

For his friend's sake, he'll challenge the wrong,

And in the face of tyranny, he'll remain strong.

The officer squirms, caught in the glare,

Of Mugendi's unwavering stare.

For justice, he fights, undeterred by fear,

His convictions unwavering, his conscience clear.

Though the road may be rough, and the journey long,

Mugendi persists, his spirit strong.

For he knows that to stand for what is right,

Is to shine a beacon in the darkest night.

So, to the corrupt officer, Mugendi implores,

Release the scooter, let justice restore.

For he was raised to stand for those he cares for,

And in that truth, he'll endure evermore.