The Blood Game Of Politricks Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Their blood drips like it is the waters at Lusaka Water and sewerage company.
Their faces and bodies have been disfigured like its scrap metal in the heavy industrial area.
Hospitals are now like panel beating centers where ZSIC is member, I'm sure life assurance policies resulting from political violence will be created.
The Mortuary is now like exhibit Centre though not opened daily like the saturday market at Arcades Shopping Mall but for corpses
Police Stations are like the National Registration Centers for NRC Cards but this time, for assault cases.
Churches are new political rally podiums with Pastors as campaign managers. When a new convert gives his or her life to Christ, then its either they are defecting to the opposition or ruling party. We no longer denounce evil but public attacks to individual political parties.
Most politicians only remember us when seeking for a vote. When we usher them into offices, they abandon us, we become vulnerable like Orphans on the street, they stop rubbing shoulders with us because of our poor status. There drinking places and places or mingle ling are Casinos ise nimuvibala bala namuma tarvern drinking chibuku and junta.
Are these the politics we know all we call them poliTricks as B-Flow stated in his song.
Ine nalema, the nation is tired. We need to brink back one love for the nation, that agape love prescribed by our father in heaven, do we really have to visit Dr Kamulyaneka not for any enlargements but to bring back the lost love for the country? ? More questions than answers and my brain may burst if not controlled