Sunday, 10 May 2015


The night fell,
as the country turned blue,
and desperate voices were forgotten,
hope's door closed, opportunities fell,
from the shadows political ghosts rose,
waving their promises and lies,
clanking their chains,
shattering a million prayers and eulogies,
bringing their daily curse,
and soundbites of shame,
leaving us mad as hell,
after the dust has settled,
we will continue to dare to dream.

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