By: Nkinda Mashaka Khamis
Mashakakhamis74@gmail.com
The road proves the sounds
The sound made by a BUS
Inside it: babies, women and men staying
Sleeping makes silence in a bus as senseless stones
He observes the Driver Driving
Actually, the man is deaf doing his bussineses.
The speed at the corner made people awake
Time to time but silent
The silence to me awaken my tongue to tell
The driver I say: Look for other’s life and yours
As an angry Leopold one Man says
you stubborn boy mind your bussines
The other says Buy your own…
And the other adds stupid boy the man is expert…
The eyes of the babies says To live we were born…
The blamers kept on blaming
But I Could not stop telling the truth
The truth that pain the blamers’ brain.
We reached a place where few could see the truth
It is a place not just for this expert,
The hands of their experts shaking
Shaking like water in a container
NOW the Blamers against the Expert
They say: What a nonsense is this?
To live we were Born…
Oh! The expert is full of Vino
Cheap Vino Affordable by many
It is the Vino that almost taken our life
Oh the Blamers.