A minister died today.
The flags were raised at half mast;
"National mourning" they said!!

They say his liver failed!
BUT It must be those expensive liquors
they consume at state dinners.
Oh! The thoughts of my wicked heart.
Its been the talk of the nation.
The papers are awash
with tributes to the so- called minister.  

But who speaks of the *** victims?
The ones that left us with orphans
as a result of his greed?
Money meant for their health,
instead he built a plush residence.
But talk of the minister
and the loss we have had as a nation!
Good riddance I say!
"For a little while at least..."
Its not liquor speaking  
My heart abhors strong juices.
A smoothie or porridge, that I can handle.  
I am sober in every sense!                

But why should I care?
After-all this nation is on the right track!
or so we have been made to think?
But Let me not meddle in the affairs of generals.
After all we have the most considerate politicians
Oh! We have a father for a president.

Wishes turned into prayer
As dreams Faded into the night
And memories became song,
A soulful sound.  

In the night where meaning can’t be found,  
She was the star that decorated him
He was a burning wildfire  
And She,  a flood that tamed him.  

He was a raging storm  
And she, the rainbow that lit hope  
In his roaring anger  
She was the voice that prayed calm
Where would he be without her!

He became the ocean
But his relevance and beauty
Were found in her beaches and bays  
He became the desert  
But emphasis was placed on her oasis
He is good but he is best with her.

They were a mystery unsolved.  
Two opposite forces,  
yet they had so much in common!
She was his perfection. A crown jewel.

When you find yourself
In an empty street
Afraid
I will ride in the night
To find you
I will wrap my arms
Around you
And let you know that
I am here.

Under this night sky
On these empty streets
all we have is us
And the dreams we hold
I will be your light  
In your darkness
And you
The oxygen to ignite  
my fire