'Fisi Genealogy! ' Poem by DEDAN ONYANGO

Look around keenly; tell me what you see,
A world immersed in moral decadence.
A society built on blasphemy
Man craving for worldly fame.

A society built on fisihood,
The proletariats and the bourgeoisies alike
And in the neighborhood terror they unlish,
Yet I am compelled to glorify in their mischievousness.
Oh we are in the Fisi Generation!

Every sector fisis thrives,
Every niche, one you will meet,
In the Social media fisis roam,
On your beautiful,
Handsome profile pics they lust,
And quick, friendship they start,
While their egocentric wants they ignite,
As they wait for darkness to permeate!

Just then the holy sacrament they swallowed in haste!
A sign of the cross they hurriedly scribbled
On their chest tattoos are in twos
As the crucifix dangles side ways
They poach their neighbour's wallet
A prayer well answered perhaps
Another dollar to gambling infection
Oh they harvest where no labour they invested
Oh the FISI generation
A country but no nation.

NEXT please!

Unlike their counterparts, vultures
Fisis no not to wait for their turn
They grab, they kill, they loot in broad day light.
Whatever is done in darkness will come to light!
Not now though
May be in the next world.
Now let all take part in the eatism fiasco
Less you be the eaten!

More than the Fisi we know,
Their greed is mountainous contagious,
Eat that eat this eat those, eat them is their slogan,
Red hundred you can't catch them,
They have perfected their game,
For them shame is fame
And fame is shame
The society is to blame
After all, we are here for a season,
One day this generation with disintegrate,
New breed will emerge
Perhaps more digital than them.