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No crying any more
Our mom is happy
Plants wilt or even extend,
Animals roll in mire thirsty
No tears any more

She is happy
Who has made her so?
Are we responsible for her happiness?

She; our mom is happy,
She can no longer cry
Yes she is inconsiderate.
Whenever she grins
With her dimpled cheeks
Leave leaves and grass down dry
So and crops in the fields

No any other option
Animals eat the unthought-of,
Malawi is deadly happy

Your intervention lord god
Can curb this disorder
Otherwise the situation is odd.


Written by:

Kondwani Sichali 

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