misery of days
is when the rich found it
difficult to buy grains
the poor rummaged the trash bin
for left over but found none
when our bridges gives in
and there is famine in the land
even locust found no thing to devour
and our animals die
when food is given according to status
and the less privileged found it difficult
we lose our electricity, our road become tattered
the gentle breeze become harsh
and we pray for our own death
but couldn't find it
our governance become an alibi
our able bodied men
lay in shallow graves unmourned
our children and wives couldn't mourn
their loved ones; because there is no strength
our once beautiful scenery
turn bloodshed and naked
when we human devour each other
the misery become much that we ourselves
become miserable
we prayed and prayed but it seems
it was held still
we languish in misery that we
ourselves become accomplice of misery
we fought free from the white man only
to lose into misery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem