Nightfall at the cruel lion’s den;
Locked in from then inside and outside
Only to sleep compacted with fellow inmates
And breath gross air from their forever non-cleaned miserable mouths
Gun fire outside the walls
Inmates gives an applause
Of what may happen, nobody knows;
Gun fire from inside the walls
Inmates gets frightened,
Cornered at one spot
Of what may happen, nobody knows
Door knocked out with explosives
Masked men in, they led us out
At a far distance, still running,
A mob of armed forces starts following
We all part ways;
Heavy chains bound to my legs,
I can’t maneuver fast
With the masked men given panga knife,
I break one and chop off one leg,
And I endure the pain;
For what I want,
Is to get back to Malawi,
I can’t endure with satafirika.
0 ***