Our Beloved Cr Poem by Husna Chikwela

At the first day,
You stand and say,
Wanting to be way,
To do not delay.

Alot of things said,
We could not heard,
We choose our head,
Without listening their words.

You become a leader,
You work in hurder,
You help each other.

Giving you those problems,
Faced alot of problems,
Because of our problems,
You become a problem.

Chance it was hard,
You could not tired,
Now you have fired,
Things are being cleared.

Congaturate to your chance,
Things you have balance,
In how you have hence,
I wish to dance.