There is bloodstains on the flag,
The green, white and green flag
It's the blood of innocent children who died of measles
Because govt official siphoned the fund meant for it fight,
It's the blood of pregnant women who died during labour
Because midwives where on strike due to unpaid salaries.
Crying echoes on the street of Aso rock,
It's the cries of widows
Whose husbands insurgents killed,
The cries of orphans
Whose parents fall victims to police brutality
Ours is a soaring flag
But planted on a sickened land
The best way to fight the evils in our society is to bring it to light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Closed mouth is closed destiny.