They talk of peace
They say there is peace
But they lie
Yes, they lie
It's not peace but silence
It's not peace but silence.
They say there is peace
But there is a lot of gossip and lies
There is a lot of backstabbing and conspiracies
There is a lot of plotting and scheming
They approach witchdoctors for black magic
They call it African science
If all these fail they hire assassins
There are numerous mysterious deaths.
There is no peace but silence
Underneath the silence is a time bomb
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
Soon the bomb explodes
It becomes apparent that things were not what they appeared to be
What they thought was peace was only silence
What they believed to be peace was only silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An apt description, of a cultural norm that does not solve any problem.
Thanks Mary