Three Dead Presidents Time Posted: October 31, 2014 9:01 am 659 views | 6 Comments | Email This Post | Print This Post | Cry, my beloved, cry The heads do not hold The neck is also dry Oh cry, mourn, yell, and behold Our presidents are dying, our legacy in carcasses And you dust in which their fertile wisdom expend Should we to fate our future focusses? Should we to yesterday our regrets extend? Please, please, let not the heavens be irritated Chiluba, Grow tender leaves and be not devastated Mwanasawa Son of the soil, call not another to another fest And now Michael Sata May your soul peacefully find rest What, how, why, When will this dirge be silent? Where will this elegy lead? And you Manda Hill Should you live up to your euphemism? Do you understand what we feel? Don’t be a grave, preserve our humanism. Mourn with our chitenges slain on the ground, Zambia From the Aushi plateau to the mounds of the Lambia From the ashes of the blindman who sang: “Tukekala kenge” To the bare-foot Ng’wang’wazi whose tongue Believed in the promise of change Let not hope be disappointed Strong we become, though death be If we should reduce powers to the next anointed And give our new ruler less to do, but more to see Life will be satisfied Death will be mortified Cry my beloved, and pray Protect our land, Lord we pray And another give us But keep them long in Jesus! By Charles Mwewa Charles Mwewa is author of Zambia’s biggest book, ZAMBIA: STRUGGLES OF MY PEOPLE and is professor of legal studies in Canada. You can reach him at charlesmwewa to access his other resources, including his book on President Michael Sata called, KING COBRA HAS STRUCK, LETTER TO PRESIDENT MICHAEL C. SATA, and to his legal thriller, a novel under production by Tate Publishing & Enterprises, USA. Related News:
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