Tanzania todate, a police state
Vengeance and hate, freedom abate
Enter mate, leave justice at the gate
The fate, our country of late
They pay you too much, service of the lip
The media batch, whole curve is on the bleep
Some even find excuses, self censorship
While me and my muses we shoot from the hip
National security by popular credulity
Purity of a masochists surity
Fruiting in this labor of cruelty
This eulogy of an Eden, for me and you you see
From Sao Hill to Tanangozi, mourning Mwangosi
With my posse, wondering what the course is
A trend that blends political assasinations
With thinly veiled quixotic grandiosity in the name of the nation
This impunity and immunity, in our community
Death of a nation, gross intimidations, violations
Blunder after blunder, weak propaganda
Is this any better than Idi Amin of Uganda?
Arrow spears machetes arm these stanzas
Gather the youth, Mtwara to Mwanza
As I penetrate their fortress in artful expression
While we police the police at the station
Caretakers turned lawbreakers
Quakers turned gunshakers
Bakers turned bread fakers
With double decker moneymakers turned blood takers
Excuse me while I switch into my Juvenal modus
In modest "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?"
Who's to police the police, in war or peace
This malice of malice,caricaturing of justice, must cease