This is the land where the people’s tears are heavy rains that bring bumper harvest to some of us, our leaders, and our heads. The land where the people’s mouths are deserted and have no good and sensible words. The land where the people only get to smile when they see innocent lives go miles under the ground. The land where people are hands up with some tired of the sum up of their years and now have their hope on the rope with their heads up. The scorched land.
The land where leaders have betrayed us. Leaders who are not ashamed of melting our ice block of opportunities for their personal gains. The leaders who have melted ‘OFF ICE’ of opportunities inside those ‘OFFICES’. The ice block that we thought we could get an opportunity to earn something from and cool down our hot living down here. The ice that should be provided to our sunken youths. Youths who lack jobs to do, they only relieve themselves by getting kids and naming them ‘Job’ just to get comfort to.
The land where politics has become a ‘pool of ticks’. Leaders who re-group themselves into groups where they feel good when they salt up’ things to the people to reap ‘assault’ and ‘insult’ amongst the people. Leaders that have built up “pool ticks” that depend on human blood to stand. The land where leaders have taken advantage of the unemployed youths, blown up the ‘violence’ trumpet only for the youths to exchange blows.
The land where corruption has become a diet. A diet that is body building, for we can see the body size of the participants. The diet that is protective, for we can see how serious corruption cases are being diluted. The diet that is repairing tissues, only repairing fake smiles, fake relationships to the wrong people. The people whose aim is to keep the poor down and in a poor state inside a poor state.
The land where the ‘evil is shaking the world before use’. Using the jobless and lazy youths who have flocked themselves into cults and evil worship, come out with war ships from the seas and decided to put down innocent lives in mysterious ways. The youths who have given out their ‘father’ in order to have their fame go ‘further’. The youths that have decide to give out their ‘mother’ in order to be great and be ‘more than’ others in terms of fake richness.
The land where the men in uniform are never uniform. They only have brutality in their mentality. Have rods for keeping peace and security turned into roads for bringing pain and agony. The bullets for the enemy is now like a ‘bull let’ to put down, silence and stampede innocent people.
Written By: Nthusi Brian