Ubena Shrine Poem by Fadhy Mtanga

What have you done, the great men of our land,
You took away the sons and daughters long ago,
To a promised place in Ubenani hills,
Just to help them mature and in their being,

What a mess we never see them back,
Was this a promise, our people?

They went out strong and alive,
As energetic than ever,
Why hiding that they are now old and dead,
For you gave the same poison that killed their fore fathers!

They are living deads,
Aren’t they?

They don’t see with their eyes open,
Cant hear in their native tongue,
But speak in tones they never understand,
That was never heard in their homes.

What turned you Ubena shrines,
To dangerous cesspool!

Our fathers used to come to you,
In good times for thankful,
And in bad times for fortunes,
You are no longer the same!

The only sons you gave back,
Are not the being anymore!

They are professionals of their time,
Business men of a century,
They bring us goods from abroad,
And sell our deaths to international dogs!

‘For our beloved, the people! ’