Maharagwe and mahindi,
A names that only few would think
that they represent only foodstuffs,
A mixture would make a nice
perfect meal,
This one here is a code name for
a ‘perfect’ deal.
Poor mothers deceived out of
their ignorance,
After all that pain and
tolerance,
Getting out of a maternity ward in
sonorous,
A nine month care of a baby to be
born reduced to less importance.
Some say they were lied to of the
deaths of their born ones,
A cartel that has done to many
not once,
A lie that deprive them of their
daughters and sons,
A life they bring out of every
breath of their lungs.
Kids are sold like cheap clothes,
By the people we trust to help
give safe passage to life,
A warning to many wife’s,
As you push out you bundle on
your neck there’s a knife.
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