by Leonard Masauli
(Malawi, Central Africa)
The dust has settled
The wind of hatred is calm
The red eyes are brown
The peasant’s eyes are fixed
As the clock of promises begins to tick
Still dressed in our patched sandals
The smile on your face we planted
But the pregnancy in our heart so genuine
The testimony, the peace, the development
Our mouths are wide open
Ready to swallow the pride
And forget the hassles and tales of misery
As you redeem us from 50 years of abject poverty
The banana man I still can be
But my anticipation still valid
As you draw us together for common good
Like Ants inside white sand
The redeemer, the peasants' dream…
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