Cry The Beloved Mother Zambia Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Terror has become your name
Pain your middle name
Death is your surname
House arrested is what defines your way of life
Your mouth is zipped like it is hot water in a flask
You are silent like a rock coast hit by the waves

Political violence is now the main headline in our media and press
Breaking news has become special features.
Zambia has become like the WWE Wresting for tables, ladders and chairs.
From the violence and killings, one cannot argue that Baghdad has opened its
New branch in Zambia.
I'm sure even Boko Haram is laughing at us because he does not see a
Reason of coming to Zambia, we are helping him by killing each
Other.
Is this the nation our forefathers fought for? is it the freedom mother
Zambia wanted her children to have?
Cry the beloved mother Zambia.
George Orwell wrote is book the animal farm where he addressed a
Lot of issues.
Do we need George Mpombo to write part two of that book?

Citizens of our great nation, despite belonging to different political
Affiliations, let us make mother Zambia by embracing peace.
Let us abash violence, Say NO! to brutality and murder.
Let the message of peace be out trumpet of hope.
We can still be united like we became when we lost our national leaders
President Mwanawasa, President Chiluba and President Sata may they
Rest in peace waiting for the resurrection morning, when the trumpet shall
Sound and the dead in Christ shall rise.
But this time around let us unite for prosperity, peace and brother/sisterhood.
Cry the beloved mother Zambia till peace is restored.