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Ignoramus Life Limbo
Mwizi! Mwizi! Mwizi! Shika uyooooo 2am habitual I toss my sheets stand by the window They all speak at once ''Achomweee....'' I wear my walkies and switch my lights I scrunch my nose Freezing outside Ni nani? My anxiety grows I join the mob Fury is forehead engraved Rusty smells of pangas and rakes and jembes Ticklish breeze blows hard Goosebumps on my skin ''Leo atakipata,,,ametusumbua sana,,,anaiba ata viatu za watoto,,,OCS asiitwe,,,tutahandle....its all too much I watch as he lays there Blood gushing from his pipes Teeth plucked out His eye turned purple His clothes stick ripped Shivers as he pleads Oh such a fakist He deserves death A silent voice asks,,''why should he face peoples brutality? Its still for a second the voice creeps up my veins Dependency is its root Not having the normal triggers it all Illiteracy,,, backwardness,,poverty I can't bear it 5 steps back am out of the crowd From far i watch as he screams The matchstick kisses his oil stained body His body slithers in agony His whole existence is wiped off What satisfaction does it offer? Does it embrace the bitter truth? From the leaders to the street children All accustomed to not living without this and that Is it scary? It's sickening to think of Its nauseating to look at But what can we do? Those in authority, insensitive is their way They devour the strength of the weakwisdom They render souls desperate A culture it is How do we change it all? How do we train those who think are bearers of wisdom? Desperation is all that is Tireless working Seizeless prayers Hopless souls creep up the church corridor's Sanity is German Trying hard,,,having to sweat,,,working till it hurts Their motto is survival How do you speak gibberish to African people? All they do is stare Walking away is a career For the gram Clowning Empty minds Hopless souls! Shame on our motherland! That is why they plan on wiping us all All we are is liabilities Till when?
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