Bad news ,bad news everyday.

Its like our daily bread,

What’s happening on our earth.

People are being perishing like earth worms.

Everywhere we hear gunshots,

like the sounds crickets on the new year morning.

The day never end without mourning.

People die like flies that are being doomed.

Lately it was a dream but now it’s really.

It changed to dream to reality.

These days needs a strong person who is brave.

So that you will not become blur,

These days things just happens out of the blue.

All of us don’t know what coming tomorrow.

But today we know our sorrow.

We always know what is happening today,

We knew what happened yesterday,

But we always crossed fingers on what will happen tomorrow.

Now other people have loneliness,

Because death is our weakness.

I’m not telling you folktales,

But l’m telling you what is happening in our daily lives.

By Tshingana Endinako