Babangoni wawa Chisale
Heinrich Böll
It was a conscription into military against my hard passion for literature
And became a victim of my imagination
Every time I left for somewhere and arrive manywhere in transitory presence with critical gaiety and language of conquest
To make sure that sensitive soul of an artist is fully recognised and respected
I hate war but am forced to fight
Military fight to shed blood for my country’s pride
Literary I will fight with no harm to liberate the oppressed and entertain the multitude for the glory and pride of my heart
Military it’s a decree with these merciless rifles to go wild into the ground and conquer enemies for peace of my country
Literary it’s pretty choice to grab a pen and go crazy into grammatical hills and jungles in searching for cannotations that will give hope and solution to oppressed and dispaired for the peace in my mind
Military it’s convenient to displace and dispair families from their loved ones
Literary it’s my vision to host and accommodate artists as well as oppressed writers in congenial residence for consolation and nurturing of their innate talents
Military it’s so courageous to act bravely and think creative to please commanders for the fame of your name
Literary I will think for the truth and justice to shame dictators for my humiliation
Military is common principle to bomb and terrorise enemies zones for them to capitulate
Literary it’s my conscious to bomb parliaments and state houses with the vocabulary of diplomacy for peoples rights and dignity
Military it’s euphoric honour with medal for the subdue services of the life time
Literary globaly recognised with unexceptional honour of nobel prize in literature award for my humble spirit and miracles of my hand in benefit of my country and the entire world
Wars will come to an end, Literature will reign forever