The Gassers Damn! Poem by Preston Mwiinga

A country that was most popular for harmony has become a dread factor.

Evenings that gave us an opportunity to invigorate and reflect, have become a loathsomeness to many.

As individuals hit the sack, they discover it to rest and anticipate seeing the sun rising like an Indian lady sitting tight for her significant other to break her quick.

Gassers as they call themselves, are moving careless and urgently gassing homes that appear to have some escape clauses.

Their divergence has now taken them to school will our siblings and youngsters be sheltered? When they sit in classes unprotected and defenseless, will they be sheltered?

They currently followed our grandparents in the towns, when their little covered home are assaulted will they be sheltered?

Who has charmed my adored nation, what has our blood go to do with you? Let me reveal to you something, our blood may give you force and authority, yet it won't promise you a spot in paradise. Astute up the monies they are paying you for your underhanded demonstrations, nivindalama chabe navo vimasila.

Who has the arrangement?

While being an outsider anyplace makes us a prime suspect?

Who has the answer for this disorder in our darling country? At the point when the administration accuses the resistance and when the restriction accuses the legislature. Who is to be faulted GBM says he knows them and when Tayali charges his rivals.

Who is to be faulted when not all suspects are blameworthy but rather before they can be heard, we murder them without hesitating. Why? The voice inside them, that quietly voice drains and it argues, not liable, not blameworthy. Be that as it may, all that is futile, they spread with a wide range of weapons to cause torment on their bodies like it is that cash getting a charge out of a smorgasbord at a ceremonious occasion.

They are scorched to death like the dismissed meat.

Chaos

Chaos we call it. We possibly go to understand its belongings when somebody so dear it us turns into an injured individual.

We ought not permit this creature called MOB to administer us, let equity be finished by the correct workplaces.

Disorder is savage to such an extent that it brings forth Mass Hysteria.

Widespread panic has added to such a large number of wounds and passings. The blameless individuals are being shot at by the police stray slugs, others kick the bucket all the while and the unfortunate cops likewise become final products of Mass Hysteria.

Dear Gassers, before you gas us, recall that you likewise have family members. Imagine a scenario where somebody some place additionally gasses your cherished family, how might you feel. Do unto others what you need them done unto you.

Dear MOB partaker, consider the possibility that the one affecting you to toss a stone at a suspect is one of them. Imagine a scenario where the one that sends you to purchase paraffin to consume the offender is the real gassers attempting to cover up in the suspect.

Dear Zambia is there any distinction from a South African who participates in xenophobia and you who executes a suspect cruelly? I don't think in this way, they are killers so you become.

I am appealing to God for my nation

Preston Mwiinga