•I am a pen, not an artist nor a Poet,
•We're all slaves like Israelites from Egypt,
•They try to be red like a matured Scarlet,
•Let's all join together like foods on a Plate,
•Why should we Differ like Millet or Separate?
•Let's come back to reality before this is Late.
•The country of Zambia our God gave unto Us,
•And all this misery will all comes to pass,
•We should not point out fingers onto one another,
•Or else we'll be judged on the coming of our Father,
•And during sunset, we share sorts of complaints,
•Crying out loud on top of our Voices,
•Forgetting that our God image the Huge sacrifices,
•We take that simple and count it worthless.
•Take this time to thank the LORD of LORDS,
•Cos It's too painful seeing poor street kids,
•See people being taken by this Animal called AIDs,
•It really hurts a lot I say this sharply like Blades.
•Let's come to job Stuffs,
•Corruption is the only Path,
•Following of the Qualifications doesn't work till Enough,
•But our own money is stolen by members of Staff,
•We must all control this before it turns into a wrath,
•Am not all perfect, but what am saying is the truth.
•Our Dear God must see us through all this misery,
•He can not let go of us and sure about this totally,
•His mercy works upon us and I say this merely,
•There's no need of hiding, or saying this secretly,
•I rest all my case and I stand here firmly,
•If you wanna get this poem come and follow me Properly,
•I set and said what I wanted to, wait for section 2. Finally.
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