Grimace of Pain

Our country needs to be sworn too
Just like us, it fixes well in clothes
Such green patterns is a beauty pool
Until it swallows its bronze statue of rose
And makes its days sparkle and special

In a gramance of pain we see on it today
Today we see its clothes being blown away
The nice colour for our nation loses its grip
The ever green land in the city of rose
While its electricity gradually dies down

Our ancestors used to hunt in this home
This very home that was in its full cup
And kicked a laugh to the history of men
Their foods adorned in trees on a map
And great medicine they had near bones

Moments really change, look today!
We see black stuffs along the road
We see bundles of dead things yonder
But no proper allow to govern the offender
The freedom based at flipped land?

Now that is the grimace of pain we see
We see the land that yawns in plain sea
Such fissures observed on an empty scale
Such a laugh scales with sharp nails
The great yawns ever seen!

But if you see at what rain is doing
It sweeps and wipes our motherland to the sea
It smiles and percolates without real banking
And the best hand turns into wrinkled faces
The great yawns ever seen!

Let’s cloth and love it to protect our soils
These fertile soils of motherland are under threat
Let’s protect ourselves from floods
The natural disasters of this wonderful nation
And remove the grimace of pain we see

Butterfly in the House

Beauty is like a butterfly
It flies into the house
And get out of a natural sky
That buzzes from the hassles
And settles down in the
living room

It carries sediments on its wings
 And at half cast it spreads
And flag out of internal winds
 Of a packet data of life
squirmed into netted bag

The air takes a lead in the house
And flies again within corners
While eyelets lights pages
And zoom maps of the curved image
Of the butterfly of the colored house

If gazes were a little more kept
In the house, the beauty remains
As lives smoke winds of the light
In the house of crossing rivers of life
 In the scents of a butterfly

Oh! There you’re at last

Oh! There you’re at last
I sing when I remember about our past
That was the time I was heart driven
When I was searching for you, my blossom

‘O’ there you’re at last
I sing when I slid in our past
That was when I was searching
 For you, my true hearken sheath’

This is new to me
I suffer strange disease
 The disease of hymn love

And I sing about you
You’re so bright, sparkling, sparkling
That you tend to be part of thee
blazing knife
Breaking my heart apart

I sing this song as I roll in moods
When you’re away
O’ this is extreme new
I need you my sweet heart
I look for you as my final kiss
Of a big hole lying last at the bottom
Of a lake of tears

When you deliberately separate yourself
All from me is lonely
Then I keep searching and ask my self
 Many unusual questions

When do you think I will go?
O’ darling
 Oh, babbie you mean great to me
And then I try to seek you
You’re not lost

There you’re at last
I sing of you when you’re found
My eyes becoming dry again
While my soul overflows with joy
 O’ babbie I love you
 I love this thy name

Paul Mwenelupembe


Summer was here, the day of the snailing school boy
On the shoulder with smelling poles and GPS tool box
In a slow space, he jet passed near the baseless summit
As if herd of cows, he hoofed up the heel sarturating
Four great strengths but with one escorter’s lace
The tour guider of that day afternoon race
While the wind swiftly spoke in all angles
The grey day leading on a silent blades rangles
He was the talk of the town heading up like a leader band
So at once he noded at the pull of the land
He crossed the river empty between ontop next was the one
The great searchers of national TRIG pillar line
Where the wanted to seall their GPS receiving station
That’s the machine accepted the river siltation
But that hill, he gave much respect and knocked upon loops
Because his air breath lapsed, and lapsed of whoosp
He fell down just close the pillar door way
And he saw the entire horse race passing by in prairie bay

To the west the sun glared red near the district council
And to the east stood a blue cloth pencil
In the middle was an ever green eye angel
Wrapped with his best cry of breath tam-tam tassel
He slept a few minutes and nocked off again
He rose from the mighty of his stomack grain
And received a final call while on the pillow case
The pillar they remained twice darkened meal verse
That day he grabbed so hard finger nailed
On the summit they started the journey on rail
After dismantling the radio station basement
That masterpiece of that day play movement
That was a darken sky, the school boy went down
And dropped down non reversable mail of dawn