From Politics To Exile Poem by Alison Mujati

They lit the fire
Many caught within it
The invasion scattered citizens

Everyone fled for dear life.
Some soldiers chose to see it all
Watching distantly like prey on predators
When deathly crawls crouch they moved
Above and running for dear lives, who knows the day.

some never look back
Finishing up horizons to four sides
Who waits for the rise of evil tides
Some labeled them cowards
Well, nothing changes played cards.

Behind, they left tears, sweat and blood
Behind, they left pain, trauma and scourge
Behind was raging unquenchable fire
Behindwas civil at war, encroaching dire

Who dreamt no of change under oppression.
Instead, better never met the eye
The only change came for the worst.
Starting from civilians who knew no politics
The rest is history, others only must learn from it.

Economic unrest as inflation invades,
Corruption found a grip
Power hunger found a zip
Like a hobo bag, they concealed the heap

Saying much renders tears
Everything falls into tatters
Here we're somewhere as refugees
Nomads and self prisoners of war.
Wherever we go, they point fingers

Did anyone choose to be homeless,
To travel distances with no fixed aboard.
To beg for food and search for it in trash
To be poor or seem like so.
No judgement from this bruised soul

background is safe and sound
Ask about it and see opposite of what we become.
There is more to life than what meets the eye
Humanity disqualifies cruelty on fellow being.
All over the world foreigners scatter for reasons
Don't think bad of their existence.

We're quick to blame them for perversions
How sure are we before crucifying them
In every sack, one bad potato destroys tens of clean ones
But isn't it unfair to judge every male with the sins of Adam.