Our Chikangawa Forest Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

Our green sea, our Chikangawa forest
How beautiful you are in our eyes
Like our precious stone you glitter
from above
You are our hope in our frozen hearts
But where are you heading to?

From northern star but to the south
You stretch your hand
From eastern Nyasa but to the west is your head
From up and shine is aray
broadcasting words of arch smiles

Our Kamuzu dreamt about you
And walked over your grin soils
Yes, he planted you, Chikangawa
Our man made queen caressed in green
But where are you heading to?

Our rock today and tomorrow
Our source of rain now and next day
Our medicine today and near the future
Our only man made gavalnised in Africa
And slide in as asingle pine parade
But where are you heading to?

But solely you are in sweeping winds
Over you it blows and goes
On your leg cancer has engulfed
Yes, is our hatrege stinging you?
We hate you now, our flower of Africa
We hate your roles, and plung into your fresh
But where are you heading to?

Our man made green are you afraid, afraid of climate change?
To the right leg the bruises are seen
As we reduce you to some ages
But where are you heading to?

O' no! We need you the more
We need you for timber
We need you for paparwork
And build us with the eastern sky
O' yes, tie us while you are still alive
But where are you heading to?

Are you going with your dreamer man
Our president, how proud we're in him
and Chikangawa forest welcomed him
And said, my author plant me, plant me
But where are you heading to?

You are our pillow ever and ever
Our precious stone, embelded in our hearts
And we love you for your freshness
And inside you, we catch our air breath
With our bliss we still stand in Central Africa
But where are you heading to?