MULANJE MOUNTAIN

The flovour of mount Mulanje grins
In the thick of low clouds it grips
The palace of peace wrapped in sighing love
While species of birds, fly in amazing gaze

And up the thickest sleeps the king of the game park
As the spirits welcome new comers at such traditional table
That table of flovoured soup
That sinks in the touring level
The mother’s love that hisses
The great ancestral home

There, sapitwa wears on a frozen dome
and comes out like a cursed torso
that leads height of the time
above no body’s reach

Here ministries of the land
hide and settle
As it provides unit scores of running noses
The spirit drink and dance
Adorned in odd shaddows of humanity

Mountain of hope to run ancestory life
In the midst of our political rife
for we are no more ignorant of your kingdom
That elevation of hope,
of pride.

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