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dear mr president
DEAR MR PRESIDENT*
Mr President
We used to pledge our allegiance to the motor one Zambia one nation
we believed the mystery of no sex Before marriage
But sex seems to pay for our daily life
As our hopes have faded into nothing but empty promises
Dear Mr president
What has become of our unity?
When we now see ourselves as rivals
Life has becomes a fatal accident,
that leaves our dreams shattered in the highway,
Dear mr president
Though you promised for a better life,
But Yet your people cry in hunger ??
Free education you said . and yes !! we are great full
But what is a child without food in the stomach
How can our children learn , wen we can barely survive
Our roads are a death- traps,
Where souls are forced to eternal rest...
My heart drips with stream of oceans pain
As I look out into the sea from where the winds come from
Deep into the heart of a land of Zambia were a mother's and fathers are forced
Out to the streets for the batter meant of of our town
Yet mealimile price are high ! High like the skyscraper
Dear Mr President Sir,
Why are some enjoying immunity (as it is known that they have stolen and still dance around)
When you claimed to be the champion of corruption.
Absence of electricity made us generate our own.
Fuel prices keep rising and dropping if its mealimile price we cant even say cause eating has become a thing of the past
Even our health is slowly ( deteriorate)
Dear Mr president
What time will you wake up from your deep slumber
The police men are back on the road steeling from the driver's just because they can
Dear mr president
Just last month's some unknown people were vandalized by bandits just few days ago 2men were burn in the name of mob justice
, dear mr president were is the hope for this land of ours
Were is the spirit of of being Christians
Unknown caders still control parts of lusaka because that's the only way they can sim to cope with this economy
We're getting employments it's a matter of connection
Even then wen u find employment you still have to pay
Just to be employed
Dear Mr president
With humility my pen bleeds
To remind you of your empty manifestos.
Free education has left with empty stomach
Are you sleeping sir for you
to not notice the suffering of the masses.
Dear Mr president
I am not YOUR political antagonist nor a castigator,
But an Infant calling for a better polity.
Dear Mr president
You people cry in silence
For they is little hope in Democratic leaders
give them hope so that they can keep going
Copyright ©
Owen Hamalala
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