Zambians In Limbo Poem by John Sensele

Lost in limbo, puzzling melancholy symbols, wondering why
So much live ambience and so many Zambian lives seem
To be cut short on the fly
In a barrage of road carnage. Zambians murder they scream.

No plausible explanation to the nation comes to mind
To account for a plethora of young lives
Stolen in the prime of their youth. Zambians grind
Axes with fate as the nation to progress strives.

Negligence, traffic offence, pretence, death sentence
What the heck has hit Zambia of late?
Questions abound, amazement on the ground. Wailing sound. Indifference
Can't equate life's worth with destiny's date on a macabre plate.

Zambians wonder what goes on yonder
Than what meets the eye. Survivors and mourners ply
On and in pain sigh. Longevity that's good for the gander
Is good for Zambians. Zambians hanker for a collective national high.