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STRANGER IN THE LAND OF MY BIRTH

Tears on my cheeks
Furrow on my brow
It’s sad to see I am a stranger in the land of my birth

Symphony of pain, sadness and sorrow
A people rise to have their hitherto gagged voice heard
Alas! What we hear are wailing fathers, mothers, sons, daughters
Heartbroken by the brutal murder of their loved ones
Murdered by an ailing, aged, dictatorial and failed regime
It’s so sad to see they are strangers in the land of their birth

Haggard leaders: barely capable of walking
Defeat the purpose, trash the meaning of their grey hair
I was taught; grey hair represents wisdom and honor.
Honor they certainly have none – Bootlickers and hand clappers
Wisdom to rob the nation blind, they certainly have
– Money laundering, public fund siphoning –
How pathetic!!!
Bootlickers, hand clappers who bend 20 times over
For a meal; for a brown envelope to lace their pockets
Court jesters who dance the dance of the fox – YES
Foxes can dance without music – they sure master the tune
Attention seekers grappling for the Award of Best Lickspittle
To the detriment of those they are called to serve.
It’s sad they don’t know they are strangers in the land of their birth

My eyes well up with tears every time I look at my Nation
My eyes well up with tears every time I look at the youths
My eyes well up with tears every time I think of my children’s children

Tears on my cheeks
Furrow on my brow
It’s sad to see I and my own are strangers in the land of our birth!!!

By CL Ngwe-Nwi

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