Two day’s till Saturday
Shoulder to shoulder, standing arms apart.
The creating of an impression; sickening and deadly
A facade dances to frozen music,
stabs and steps all add to the medley.
Taste of death, no longer can i lose it.
Creating of covenant now reigns so heavy
before, i watched and planned so carefully
now whats left has been take from me.
He is more when you are less.
each crime and every kindness
writes the future you now live.
Every Sadness and drop of hope
will take you through
– Niza Nyimbili