Property Grabbing Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Each time I think of hell breaking loose, my tears flow with force like the Victoria falls.
Death! You should have waited for me to be ready for defend myself against some animals dressed in sheep clothing and yet, they are carnivals on a hunt.
You let my parents rest, torture came to me as a set like it was a buy one get one free kind of a promotion. Physically and. Emotionally I was tortured.

Just after laying my parents, you immediately took away everything they owned except for me.
You all said, you were not ready to have a. New comer in your families, but my parents property, you took and welcomed them as you own with wide and open alms like the soccer goal keep waiting to catch the ball with his alms wide open.

Property Grabbing wanichaya tresspassing, waniteya nama trapping. I thought I had a family but banichaya tu ma stabbing accompanied nama slapping and my body is swollen like little hills, my face is red like the red oxide, I am sobbing like a delta of water in a desert.
Property grabbing why did you allow them to do the matching to my parent`s house leaving me scratching my head.
O Lord, please help me, My God hear my cries and of those who are mourning because