56 Years of Exile
It looks so sweet,a pity it wasn't sung
Is there hope for what future may hold?
For faces I had thought we're gay
I saw were lined with care
Life unbelievably was clear
And vividly was clear
My lord,where shall I place my bribe?
Then society cheats itself
Billions lost publicly
Big brains lynched
Commoners suffer the wrath of the mighty
Failure justified
What kind of times are these?
The drought and the hunger
Shocking levels of unemployment
Flooded homes, flooded homes for 56 years?
Turbulence in quarantine centres
Others opting for death
The primeval beast devouring us
Turning dreams into nightmares
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the years
It matters not how straight the gate
In the fell clutch of circumstances
My head is bloody but unbowed
The night has been long
The morning I look through your anguish
Clap hands,let's leave the preening
And stop impostering our own history
They cursed our intrusion of peace and the sun's
Intrusion of his shade
Colonial judges
Cobras uneasily lying side by side
Left to roam and bite again
No narrow fancy
Full fifty six years of exile
It has never been so profound
Solitude have I to endure?
And that's the way it should be!
Copyright © Muyesu Amboga | Year Posted 2020
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