Pissing In The Air Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

Pissing in the Air
Fifty one years since the first case of AIDS was recorded, ARV's and a self test AIDS Kit are all we've afforded; AIDS is such a concrete subject I reckon this is a major break through, because all possible cures have been regarded as somehow untrue; all cure stories have been shutdown for fear of major corporations being shutdown; they don't want me to talk about this, just look how they made Dr. Sebi kiss the ground.
Another one bites the dust, come with iron clad evidence about an AIDS cure and watch just how it all turns to rust; alas! My peers condemned me for talking about Nipsey Hussle as if it is such a hustle that I should talk about the Cyclone Idai, why! I swear I shed tears because it is such a damn tragedy what happened to those people; but what Nip inspired in me could never be simple; that's why I gotta pay my respect. That I should have talked about Xenophobia but y'all just didn't read my poems, that's why you try to put me in a box despite my claustrophobia.
I come from a country where Democracy is such a fallacy; they don't want me to talk about this because freedom of expression is an intellectual myth and even though I would like to side with the private media, I can't because they all just preach propaganda, it's all just vanity. I mean seriously, what power has my voice when even the most influential opposition get behind bars; I can only write these bars but honestly I am allergic to prison after all, who's gonna takecare of my child when I am in prison? Whoever said family holds you down, probably meant it in an Anchor context; because nobody supports nobody, it's all just a meaningless contest.
I come from a country full of learned lawyers but the subject of a fair constitutional reform is somehow rocket science; only because somebody up there in need of more power would feel the lack of it, if it came in non-compliance; I mean how can a country progress when its leaders names are 'fallen' and 'return' don't pretend y'all didn't think about this. Corruption is a never ending battle; I swear the entire continent has been yorked and this poem is just another brattle. My country people trivialise every serious issue, howcome we don't care no more about Vespers? I guess the one billion kwacha ambulances are already serving us in cases of despers.
In my country, educational music don't get played that's why my fellow youths are out here looking like uncoothe Chimpazees because lunatic songs get heavy rotation; cyber bullying is an obsession, I swear in my country if social media spamming paid bills, we'd probably be the most fanancial independent country in the world, when it's time for the youths to stand up that's when you see their hands all twirled but I swear I seek not fame with this piece; y'all can forget my name but for heaven's sake let this message be etched in your hearts, remember to grow from it and never depart from it because otherwise, am just pissing in the Air...
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