I Look Through the River
In the realm of the mighty Chobe-Zambezi,
Where once we thought blessings flowed freely,
I used to look through the river, deep and dazzling,
Its currents whispering stories untold,
Mild and bold, the air's gentle caress,
Looming over a navy sky, a silent witness.
But now the river is a place of torment,
Devouring my people like a beast of prey,
One by one, claimed by its hungry depths,
Beneath our days and nights, are sorrowing weeps,
A thriving community silenced by the tide,
Faces veiled by the watery shroud.
I stand on the shore, uncertainty in my gaze,
Tracing ripples with weary eyes,
Searching for answers in the abyss,
Stories swallowed by the black depth,
I look through the water, praying for reprieve,
Hoping for the river's thirst to be quenched,
Yearning for the lives it has ended to be set free.
In this water-logged tunnel of despair,
Dreams and hopes lost in the murky flow,
I wish for the Chobe to be still,
For the river to fade into memory,
I look through the river, longing for peace,
For the souls it has taken to find release.
Copyright © Mpho Leteng | Year Posted 2020
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