DAZE OF CREATIVITY

IT WAS the daze of your creativity
that hypnotised me
your beautiful smile arrested my mind
how can you be beautiful
and yet be kind
having the unfortunate under your wings?

I saw a spark in your eyes
and it has lit a fire in my heart
when I see you
all my troubles go to sleep
I call you little girl
yet I treat you like a mother
You mother my ambitions and aspirations

My goal is to write love on your heart
to be caressed by the tenderness of
your heart and arms
to be teased by you
knowing you'll please me
I long to be nurtured in your heart

My ambition is to build my heart
in your angellic heart
erase my hurt
and give me cause
to face life with my chin held up
Little girl, you're the one I love
Hide me under your wings!!!!

WHY MALAWI?

Why, Malawi?
Why, land of my birth?
Why Malawi, land of my forefathers?

Why do you kill
your little ones?
Why do you inject poison
into bodies of your babies?

Why dump toxic waste
into the river
old, frail women drink from?

Why mine the field
where the children play?
Why lay traps
on the little ones' playground?

Why, Malawi?
Why, land of my birth?
Why Malawi, land of my forefathers?