WOE A GENERATION
They sing- sing dirty hymns of broken chains and political freedom
Yet deep down they hoist dirges of smug oppression
See their crimson lipstick and bloody cladded hands
Testifying of a regime at war against its innocent citizenry
They preach of a kingdom of eternal bliss
Yet their outlook depicts nothing less than ineffable diablerie
See weeps clad sardonically against their poor-destitute folks
Testifying of an era amass with religious business comedians
They showcase arrows and spears of a war against an AIDS monster
Yet they tromp around zippers down and skirts akimbo
See their ailing demeanor and remorse starved facades
Testifying of blatant lip-service and double standards
Woe a generation not spared its unequivocal share
In vicissitudes of hypocritical masqueraders
Marisen Mwale
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