"O God, bless our land of Malawi."
a prayer for a warm hearted nation,
the first line that ignited the mind of a
hero
he did a patriotic act, yet lived
unknown.
Of a beautiful land, of peace, freedom
and unity, he sung
He prayed that our hearts be joined in
combat against fear
Against hunger, disease and envy, he
prayed.
His words made a home in the heart
of a nation
Fervent and effective, hence peace
reigned
This prayer stayed on the lips of the
nation
Called upon mother Malawi to bring
out her best
Of the unsung hero, i write,
Not to praise him but to acknowledge
his role,
The words he wrote on the tablets of
our hearts,
A song he sung to the tune of many
heartstrings
Even if we still sing his song,
Of him a song was never sung
He did a patriotic act but died
penniless

Dear spotlight,
i must have died upon meeting
you, that night,
surely, lost my ways when you
befriended me,
your chanels led me to the
nothing i have turned into
and the funs you gave me,
cheered me to sixfeet under
the expensive cars i drove in,
the funcy colours you dressed me,
the bigger picture you made of
me,
made me believe heaven was down
here on earth
the king you made me,all the
greener pastures you fed me
kept me far from the exit door,

Dear spotlight,
you gave me fame, riches and
power,
made me forget my innocent self,
you got me hanging on the
eleventh hour,
contemplating on how i would love
to jump out,
out of the main stream and
continue to daydream
in your arms, i found my strength,
in my strength, i found my pride,
in my pride, i lost my way,
i lost my soul, then i lost my wife,
but before i lose my life,
i want out!
out of the main stream
and continue to daydream

Hardly, the pain cautiously begs
off
rolling deep inside the sweet
bitterness
the agony rumbles the best of life
Love resounds the angels heart
so hard to breath under your
thumb
your acrimony expels your
sensitivity
you speak of life without real
pleasure
your lips can hardly escew real
danger
your ways bring me to the dark
so hard to breath under your
thumb
sad voices in my soul reaching a
fever pitch
they rack my brains, my heart, it
weeps
can rarely love in freedoms
drought
where my ears are deaf, my voice
is dumb
so hard to breath under your
thumb

In the absence of noise where the
voice of the inner soul rattles
Burried in pain as the world's foot
rests on your crumbling life
An innocent soul trembling yet
stumbling through a dilapidated life
long journey
À stormy hope rushing along with
the unflinching faith
À bigger picture unfaded and a
vivid figure appears in the absence
of fear
As the tables turn and the world
becomes your footstool
in lack of answers when your
intelligence is caught in an empty
box
The nothing box that stops the
sound of music and turns the heart
beat loud
In fear of what the future may
bring
Peace and harmorny is found in a
step at a time

The sparkling sound of your name
is pleasing like the fragrance of
perfume
The architect of my happiness, you are
the Lilly in the valley
The clast of your smile
is to me a cluster of joy blossoms
The author of my passion, you are
The Gold in the river banks
Sign your name on my future
place a seal over my heart, my
precious

Out of crassitude with gross vision
Awakened to just another lip
service
A mind deaf and obstinate to my
opinion
A heart so hard , the passion
waned
From your cup I tested the wine
felt amiably pleasant in a moment
devine
your decietful tone blurred my
senses
A vocal utterance breaking through
my defences
On the eve of crossing the line
my liberty denied being subject to
your concience
my innerself detected an accurate
vivid sign
A discovery that revealed a Vision
unclear