That the glass jar of peace he left before departing
Is now broken down into separate pieces
And war is what reigns between and within our nations.
How will I explain this to him?
Tell me what shall I say when he returns?

That the youths he once saw as vessels of kindness and gospel spreading
Now hide in dark corners to find pleasure in fornication
And joy over our innocent sisters’ molestation.

Acquainting and innovating each other to drugs
Is the gospel they now see worthy of spreading?
How will I narrate this to him?
Tell me what shall I say when he returns?

That the men he handed over his responsibility to
Have now irresponsibly wedded themselves to alcohol
And have sworn to the world that with alcohol,
Till death does them apart.

They now jump from one skirt to the other
Like Muluzi, distributing free K50 notes,
Them busy distributing babies
Leaving their wives bathing in hysteric’s tears,
Mourning for the return of their husbands’
faithfulness.
How will I make him understand?
Tell me what shall I say when he returns?

That the women he wanted to see the spirit of Mother Teresa in
Now hold a spear of wickedness in their arms
ready to pierce anyone at any time with it.

Like a female artist performing on stage is now how they dress
And they call it modernity.
As if that ain’t enough they have also befriended
Prostitution

And from it upon gleaning what they sow
They butcher the unborn innocent souls.
How will I say this to him?
Tell me what shall I say when he returns?

That the people he preached to against the love of money
Now shade the albino’s innocent blood.
And to the devil trading their souls they have.
They have as well thought of legalizing homosexuality
All in the name of prosperity.

How will I recite this to him?
Tell me what shall I say when he returns.

Father, Mother, Brother and Sister
How will you defend yourself before the king of all kings?
Please tell me!
Tell me what shall you say when he returns?