IT HAPPENS

*POEM BY ALICK MUSHEKWA* *"IT HAPPENS!"* It all happens when we are asleep, deeply swallowed in a deep sleep People are killed on the streets on expense of their Peace Traveling at night as if on patrol, all in the name of wanting to put food on the table Sunday has become a working day, Chinese increase rates of payment just to entice a poor African Christ follower Life has become a cheapest commodity, as prostitutes use their body as capital to invest in sexual business Foregoing the risks involved in the game of playing on the edge of the earth With a little push from sugar daddies, off they fall in the bottomless pit It is so shameful like a prostitute caught in day light, and painful like a decayed tooth This is a world where justice is bereft, no one know where it is found No one has ever wondered what it is to be beaten for no reason Accused of what you never perpetrated and taken to prison Leaving a wonderful life of being at home to enjoy your comfort zone Life is lost, in a speed of light, you may fly like a kite, disappear and gone No man has ever concurred to this simple truth of saying life is like a born We had Zambian nation footballers, but they all died in the river of garbone No one is faithful, you may be used today and respired tomorrow like carbon *IT HAPPENS* When we all are asleep, a lot happens People slowly lose their life just like a ball pain losing ink No body has ever been bothered, or to figure it out, or perhaps to think We've all lost direction, we are like a Titanic which is to sink If life was like a colour, I would have loved to paint it pink Or if it was shareable, I would have shared a link Nonetheless, life is like a juicy, you drink what you can and spit what you can't You chew and live for others, however you don't chew more than you can swallow. You can not play football using hands, otherwise, if it so happens then it will be a foul *IT HAPPENS*