Same Old Game Poem by Chikondi Daniel Dziko

Same old game you play
Same old hand we give
Cheering and clapping for thee
Watching you play
Brainwashing our innocent minds
We stood there and watch you lie

Same old game you play
We give our money
You gamble with it
Never to share the profit
Your tummy filled
Ours empty, still
Your take more and more
And we clap, cheer and dance for your victory

Same old game you play
Today you are with us
Tomorrow you are with them
The chameleons of our century
Changing your colors to suit the game
The same old game your fathers had played
Telling the old lie your fathers told
And we, same dance of victory we gave
We danced for you
Chanted songs of praise for you
Hoping change will come

Pain in my heart
I cry when I see my people suffer
Suffer at the cost of your same old games
A slain heart crying for change
A change I hope one day to see
When my people will stop suffering
And you will stop the stipid game
You have played with my people for ages