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...
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