Her face is wreckled by fists
Of massive corruption
Of chronic famine
Of abject poverty
Of merciless HIV/AIDS
Her belly is pregnant
With immesuarable hopes
With fire of determination
With a clean crop of
politicians
Once this dark moon pass
She will give birth to a bright future
And rise like a lion from
slumber
With might she will flee from the cobwebs of misery
Walk the dream
And inspire the suffering
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