Open Letter To The President Of The Republic Of Zambia Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Dear Mr President

I greet you with love and blessings
I hereby present our cries as the people of Zambia Zingalume, George and Lilanda more in particular.
We want to let you know your excellence that we are living in terror and fear. We are being murdered by our fellows like goats. Each night we go to bed we do not know what these unknown killers will do to us. I was imagining the deaths of our beloved. Attacked innocently with chemical and charms they are made paralyzed. Whilst still very much alive, they start cutting their ears, then they pluck off their eyes like it is boys plucking Mangoes from a tree. They carry out this act like it is Noah in the bible telling the animal to enter in pairs in the ark.
As our brethren's lay helplessly but in pain like hell has fallen on planet earth, if they are ladies they cut off their breasts. If women's breast are being cut off, who is going to mother the babies left sleeping at home whilst their mothers is in the human An abattoir or slaughterhouse dying a painful death without honor.
The men are made to under goes the deep circumcision; their manhood's are being cut whilst they can't help themselves. Mr President, these are bread winners and dependable children.
Finally like it is in a movie the Mortal Combat, the killers say in their hearts, ‘Finish Him'. At this moment they strungle them direct on the chest targeting the heart. The victims cry out in pain as they face the earth for the last time and kiss it goodbye, it is finished as they die, all their plans come to ruin because the unknown killers take away their lives for the sake of them wanting to build a Nigerian house, because of them wanting to drive big cars, get their desired women. I wonder if even animals can love because these people behave like vultures reprogramed as they do not wait for people to die on their own, they actual hunt for people. I do not call them poachers but devils.
‘The devil is moving like a Rowling lion looking for someone to devour. We are living in terror like it is the antelopes in the jungle scared that a lion would show up. With tears and total grief in my heart I plead with you, please issue your voice. This is a cry for help on behalf of the Zambian, help sir deploying more officers, the defense and the intelligence to help with total investigations so that these devils are brought to light and face the wrath of the law.

Zambia ‘twalila'and we are still mourning this grief is too much our eyes are like the oasis in the desert, our faces are swollen like speedy humps, our faces have become red like someone has applied red oxide on us. Our voices have gone like we have been jubilating all night long and yet we have been mourning.
This is our cry for help to you your excellence we believe you will voice out like you always do when we present our petitions.

With these tears I pen off or lay my hands off the keyboard

Preston Mwiinga