Who To Trust Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

To have drunk from the plague cups
Of impetuosity relactantly sipped all
Not to have realised that his phrases
Would wierd the matter that  phase

"Kuti nyika yatakawana negidi yotorwa
Nepenzura nhasi? Hazviitike" Rude...
Save never grasped the deceitful wiles
Ironic was that inclusivity stunts viles

Indeed he took fiends for friends awry
And voewed honesty yet the  brothers
Pledged deceit...     Alas Save did flow
Amid foes swifty granted the masses

The sense of democracy and the other
Brother sort savage blue suited fellors
To lush, imprison and brought afliction
Severely to Save, That were his treats

Now that he is dead...Whom is next in
Line? To bļink to these monsters who
Bores politiçal ulçers which inflames
The brothers and sisters guts in the

Ancestral domains. Who else will stood
Firm and votes for a government of the
People by the people. It began with the
Dark cup then the ice cream treat...