POEM BY: ALICK MUSHEKWA®
I write this piece with tears in my eyes😭😭😭😭😭
*MY CONDOLENCES TO MOTHER SOLWEZI*

I write this poem to serve as a cloth which will wipe your tears.

I don't have power to shout, but read and open your ears.

This is not to inflict more pain, but to reduce the fears.

For God is never farer from us, and to our cry he hears.

I have grown up knowing solwezi as a peaceful place.

In my dreams I see solwezi becoming more beautiful than Queen Elizabeth's palace,

Surrounded by stars of gold and silver forming a glittering galaxy.

Hah, I saw someone standing as if in a Barack.

I automatically felt goose bumps of fear, as it registered a bad luck.

My bed room became scruffy, as my intestines smelled like a black jack,

I woke up, then asked myself "what about this bad luck?"

A thought from unknown origin fell on me.

I begun to think, before the sun could sink.

All this meant nothing to me,

Because I wanted to have the meaning.

It happened in my bedroom, when I stared at the television screen.

My heart beat changed accompanied by tears that started oozing thin,

Then a smell of dead bodies filled my room accompanied by hallucinations of coffins.

Oh, no! it was a riot which claimed the lives of my sisters and brothers,

What a sad development to my fathers and mothers!