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
