You Must Be Tired Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

You must be tired
Eyes on the roads striding in green fields
All corn fields swerving to see a team of canals
All from Lengwe spotted grave run and guns
These roots of quadratic roads leading to the east
And taking fresh nurturing queens and kings
And braking and blazing within land rover discovery channels
Are there to tingle and mingle your eyes of Chikwawa mints

You will understand the motive
When you drive so hard inside the blessed Valley, gourmet breakfast laid upon west bank
And shire watering the blessings, the flora and fauna nimbling the state, green cane fields well fed and faty, the cattle ranchers having a say also, and you will tap the stepping stones the nation has

You must be tired
Walking like waiters whistling and parking the PAPs, heading your pen and netting and necking, your book being a story walking and noting
And listening
Here is the motive so tired you see the mountains