All That Avails Is Flight
Along the streets..., we run
Chased by our fears..., we run
Seeing our end coming..., we
run
Slaved by their injustice..., we
run
Silenced by betrayal..., we run
Our hands tied from behind,
handicapped
They whipped us, they inflicted
pain to conquer this mind
We slaved in day, and
sorrowed when the moon was
light
When the skies were overcast,
our souls were downcast
lamenting
Till the fountain of our tears
has run dry
and now we cry no more....,
freedom and peace, they have
killed by their democracy
impartiality of justice, buried
forever in the dark tomb of
politics
Patriotism is the fightings they
cause among the youths
brainwashed by their slogans
to appease their insatiable
hunger for power and delusions
of grandeur..,
Now the wise and the able in
fear brave to run
For all that avails is flight
They cannot be fought
They are power, they lose not
They run the race and they
determine the mark
They speak to be listened and
are heard by us
They walk in plain, not their
good talk
In the court of justice, innocent
themselves they judge
They kill fathers with a bullet,
youths they blind their sight
When they dance in merry,
they kill the young with hunger
With fear to mothers, a nation
they have subdued
And now out of bravery we
seek our escape
For all that avails is flight....
Copyright © Joshua Munyaradzi Mimana | Year Posted 2012
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