Turbulence Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

Alike wild dogs let loose are my brothers in streets
Turned savages by those with all the might upfront
Without keen visions sisters backstabbing in streets
Arnachy bred, seemingly mobsters is he up in front

Cluelees on the battlefield, Devoid of understanding
His rage jets to lush my back, stripped red, sjambok
Lured once more though by an ignorant commanding
Savage comrade, Basing on the context of their book

Alas, brothers and sisters, awake from the damned
Fancies imposed by those overwhelmed with power
Whom reluctantly saps your energies in deceit, led
Astray with no doubt and that deeds turns so sour

If ever you to get a hand full of goodies its only but
Just for a little while and then this phrase not to
Weird the matter, I never writ nor claim immunity
For the damned routine split the nation apart too.