Polytricks

This for my nation Mdubs

You still light it up like 12/25th

I can’t deny

You raised a rose off concrete

An offspring off the dust

Dirt and hardship

It’s hard not to trip

In a jungle of stumps and trees

Calm and strong breeze

Am calm but not at ease

I rhyme but not to please

I dine but never feast

Cause my heart still bleeds

Up my sleeve

So when my light decease there’s no rest in peace

Mu ghetto mwachuluka ziphinjo

Zikhomo

Magobo

Madolo tiKUngokoka mogo

Kusekelera smoko

There’s no locking horns

Just loss of homes

We guzzle drinks in excess to stay strong

Escaping them nightmares and somber songs

For brief moments

A drop of cold water to ease the flame torment

Yet it still stings like a hornet

It’s harder to stay hoping

When press cons of politicians

Leave you feeling conned n forsaken

Without question

For granted you are taken

The disrespect is draining

It’s hard to keep voting

When in the aftermath change isn’t dawning

Just more plunder and looting

Plenty pushing no movement

Them leaders sit high spectating with amusement

They smile as we sip sewer

Their silence stabs for sure

With our blackness blinded in blackouts

Maimed in mining just to be slaughtered with radiation

Mother Malawi red nation

MM dynasties roaming to raid the nation

Are we vigilant and ready as a nation?

Ready to unite and rid racial and tribal segregation?

As we perish

Parishioners pray protesters plot paths

Towards freedom

But it’s been 50 years

Things keep getting worse than we feared

We get freed just to be shackled in new chains

New trends and slogans

We are x’d men and logans

Majority outcast’s mutants

In our own nation

Where mediocrity is rewarded

And brilliance is scorned

It all boils down to party loyalty and affiliation

I know some will say the pen game is political

And politics won’t land food on my table

But the truth is for my hustle to be stable

The chairman and his crew need to be mentally able

Considerate of the bottom, businesses and schools

Job creation hustle conducive environment for our economy to bloom

Hand outs will only handicap the nation

Even if you hand us hefty sums of dough we won’t handclap regression

We just need a land fertile for a hardworking man’s vision

So enough of this polytricks

And folly speech

We just want to gracefully thrive

On this ground Sow and reap