Peter Daniel Phiri (21/06/1989 / Kadoma)

The harder the fight, the nearer the victory.
I keep chasing my dream, but like a butterfly,
It whimsicals, too bad I can't fly.
My beauty stays intact, but the world has turned ugly.
Cowards! ! They've surrendered, I say it matter of factly.

The stronger in me crumbles at my feet,
No way! The weaker stands tall at peak.
My voice muffles, I yearn for vergil,
Humanity is lost, society has turned evil.

They praise money, to hell with these monsters,
Actors and bitches, thugs and fake pastors,
Thieves and politicians, they are all the same.
They cry for gay rights with no shame,
They are wolves in sheep skins.Pathetic! !

Righteousness, they no longer preach,
It's all prosperity, they want to be rich.
Elders no longer have shame,
They are corrupt, they want fame.
They are full of disguise, God! Their mask is strong.

I don't know where this whim came from,
Anyone nubile they want, tirelessly they roam.
Yokels are in trouble, I whip up a fight,
Rapists are rampant, they need light.
There is no zing, society needs wisdom.