-By Michael Martin-
In the streets of Lilongwe, where freedom should reign
DPP supporters were ambushed, by MCP youths with hate and pain
Their party regalia torn, their voices silenced with fear
As the nation watched in horror, the violence drew near
In Blantyre, the commercial hub, where progress should thrive
Politics turned deadly, as rival groups clashed and survived
The sounds of broken glass, the smell of smoke and fire
As Malawians fought Malawians, the nation’s soul did tire
From Karonga to Mzuzu, from Zomba to Thyolo
The tale of political violence, a story oft’ told
Of lives lost, of dreams shattered, of hope deferred
As the nation struggles to find peace, and a way to be heard
But still we rise, still we stand, still we demand
An end to the violence, a chance to rebuild our land
For Malawi is our home, our motherland so dear
Let us strive for peace, and wipe away each other’s tear
