By Rabson Kashamba and Edward Dzongololo
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| Photo via Pixabay |
Their little hope the motherland carries;
Written on their faces, are inaudible cries.
Brothers and sisters daily being slayed,
The bright future now seems blurred.
Peace used to be the order of the day,
Now lost and diverted from norms.
Leaders protecting their own interests,
The spirit of Ubuntu replaced by hate.
Pitiful is the message in their teary eyes,
Coming deep from the heart and clear.
Pitiful is the message in their teary eyes,
Indeed telling of their relentless fear.
Slamming doors with bullets behind their back,
A once sweet habitation now wrecked.
Daily struggling, and still worrying of their lives;
Anytime soon, the gunfire will start again.
Written on their faces, are inaudible cries.
Brothers and sisters daily being slayed,
The bright future now seems blurred.
Peace used to be the order of the day,
Now lost and diverted from norms.
Leaders protecting their own interests,
The spirit of Ubuntu replaced by hate.
Pitiful is the message in their teary eyes,
Coming deep from the heart and clear.
Pitiful is the message in their teary eyes,
Indeed telling of their relentless fear.
Slamming doors with bullets behind their back,
A once sweet habitation now wrecked.
Daily struggling, and still worrying of their lives;
Anytime soon, the gunfire will start again.
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