The Delicate Wail

When I stare at Bomba, coughing aloud outside When Mwami and family, chewed swallowing thunderously He glares most in somber, so as to get a guide How to enter and nearly, they hear ignoring unanimously As I listen from country man, scratching the bald to seek While political men keep on, ballooning bellies to thinner the barns They die in numbers malnourished, or stay to toil but weak How to get least own, they hear but guards with guns When I see a minister, in the holy cabinet lecture That happy are the poor, like insurance collecting levies While the beggar in sinister, collecting particles for nurture How to grow on particles' tour, which can't quench deficiency My appeal to all, that before any we want some From anybody without care, but the strides after All you need wall, and then you sound worm After a glory so fair, your evil the starter Stay the self like selves, for all are equal The more equal are unsure, that day and night are sides Of a rotation just a day, when stand in light focal Never point fingers mature, and know they're just strides At last I saw a pauper man, dig a huge hole most guarded To throw the afterlife of, Mwami the former feaster I bowed down to ban, my look not to get made'd For when you jump a rope, it was be held upper