Ruramai

As of the virgin voter robbed off her conscience Freedoms of expression turned into a massacre... Protestant chap spoke of the deed, how lame are We the stereotypical "us", to turn protest a violent Turmoil only inflicted and turns a tragedy for my Daughter had been shot, Was it the prospectives As buoyed by the hopes of a new era? Only now Acknowledging vehement fingers pointing to all. Clarity is of mine dilemma, the know how of her Demise never cleared and held on the pretexts... Prejudices ever spelt and the truths on accounts Of vices that virtues of "Democracy" never crafted Now just dancing in the dust, and that gardening Spade got blunt with the digging... Assertions too Claimed in streets as of five more dropped, sadly We mourn and no recognition brought forth from...