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Revolution

I am no revolutionary
For mine is not an ideal
A noble statement
I ain’t gonna give a speech
No riling up crowds, riots
This ain’t no cause
No movement for you to join
All that it is 
A cry to the heavens

I am a man tired
Tired of all this
This pain, this agony
An agony so debilitating
This ain’t no call to arms
For a weakling that I am
I would be swatted like a fly
Nay. I ain’t no rabble-rouser
All that I am
A man in pain

I do not seek death
Martyrdom ain’t my thing
Only rest is on my mind
Respite from this life
This gloomy darkness
Rancid, unenticing
An opiate do I seek
A release, cathartic
Mine ain’t a war cry
A call to arms
All that it is
A plea for compassion

I am a man born
Bearing a burden, the future
Their hope for redemption
The herald
A dawn long awaited.
I am a man born to sufferance
Toiling, grafting
My destiny, lost in time
The guilt dragging me down
Futility, my staple diet
Yet I can’t be a Luther King
All that I am
A man weary

Voiceless we were, far too long
Enduring, hoping
Toiling to turn the tides
We been understanding, docile
Willing for a flicker, a spark
Patient, wishing
But now we tire
There is no life for the lambs
Only slaughter and darkness
Destiny is reinvented
A cold hard truth,
Silence is for fools
This ain’t idealism
All that it is
A grim realization

I am no revolutionary
Yet I need a revolution
A movement, a cause
I am no martyr
But one way or the other
Death comes to us all
This ain’t a war cry
Yet a multitude will rise
A cause taken up
In unison we will cry out
A desperate people
Crawling out of bondage
Light at the end of the tunnel
This ain’t an ideal
Debated ad-infinitum
All that it is
A Cry for freedom.

Copyright © Tichaona Ngatiane

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