Where Am I
In the valleys of hills, that’s where I am,
In the branches of trees, that’s where I climb.
Lost is something far Away,
But cost is something I carry.
What kind of universe I live,
Where enemies are amongst related lives.
Who knows?
Maybe I am the one who spoil it.
Souls had lost their beloved ones,
Because of destructive propaganda.
Ukubola kwelinye kuwabolisa wonke,
A young greedy lion had separated our unity.
Qungebe is a piece of rural area,
But it had turned to a piece of war area.
Conflict had consumed our peace,
Nkosi sikelela,
Before it was a temple,
But now it is a death template.
Why?
After all sacrifices and prosperities.
We’re no longer relatives,
Instead we’re enemies.
My blood now is a stranger,
While I am scavenger.
Maybe I am Paul in Bible,
Sent by god, someone hunt me like Judas.
Someone has turned Abraham to kill his blood
For unnecessary occasions.
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