We huddle around the born fire
Each one befuddled
By how structured our fate could be
When they showed us the gold
But now we better be bold
When bombs explode
All I want is to find sleep
When guns blaze, bullets wheeze past
Yes, all I crave for is hope
Even in blooded street, peace is all I need
Name change or color change
To me, confidence is the currency
Afriximbank or gold backed
I do not care, public trust is the key
But all I want is to find sleep in the chaos
@14 April 2024
Phillip Nine Mafunga
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