The Flight And Plight Poem by Rose Kanana

We once upon a time called you a nation
We proudly sang the anthem
We proudly raised the flag
but the black cloud of brutality rained on us

The bullets flowered
With machetes we were clobbered
Where did we go wrong Allah!
Where did we go wrong God

Our guards turned into hyenas
Our flesh they devoured
Our innocence they took away
We conceived bastards-a permanent scar we have

Why are you hungry for power?
Is brutality the only measure to power
Power oh! Power they dine like kings
We dine like paupers

Passports they had tightly secured for their loved ones
We queued the entire day under the scorching sun
We courted our own destiny
Destiny through the vote- to the camp

Long distances we walked
Food we had none
water we had none
life was lost in plight


Our guest received us across the border
The gesture of love to strangers we were shown
Not for too long, a burden we were
Even the host got a burn out

We long for family reunion
We long for constitution respect
We long for peace and tranquility
We once upon a time called you a nation