I individualize the individual lies,
That paralyzes our paradise.
The disguise before our eyes,
That befalls from the skies,
Is what the unwise don’t visualize.
As days morph into years;
Our phase morphs into a maze,
Despite the sun’s generosity with its rays,
Upon its splendor, innumerable eyes seldom gaze,
Hence we stay lost in our ways.
As ignorance proceeds to rise,
It energizes the salt in our cries,
And decelerates the unlikelihood of our demise.
Allan Shawa is a Zambian writer, with an ability to craft poems, stories and songs. Growing up amongst a population that is content to achieve mediocrity artistically, his inspiration has always been to see how far the mind can be stretched in order to reach the levels of the legends who engraved their names in the history books.