By Emmanuel Moyo

The lethal locusts sprung out from a distant location/
And poor Malawian that suffered poverty and bad leadership/
Sung songs of joy thinking locusts were making a selection/
The first attacks from locusts caused a wrong grasp/

Till locusts arrived for the first time some became shaken/
And The Lion stood up and made the claim/
Quick were the ordinary to figure out his aim/
The poor believers had their faith taken/

Where is our God to care for us/
The scientists are day and night working to save lives/
The priests pray for them during mass/
Death toll does not exceed the number of saved lives/

Light begins to shine in the dark from a distance like the moon/
For man to have his life saved from lethal locusts and feel nice soon/