The Commissar

Dear commissar My poetry is filled with agitation and grievances. To have stood amid, betwixt disillusionment and Displeasure before. This plea seek not immunity Nor to pile vanity vines rather seeks progression. Dear commissar My poetry is the echo of distress within masses Not to dance along to political slogans so rinsed With which inflicts sorrows and grief rather this Plea seeks to foster love, parity, unity, and liberty Dear commissar My poetry is a bayonet to pierce the relaxed son, Sisters and brothers whom longs for petty silver Handful coins to swell pockets at my displeasure This plea seeks to ruin incubators of corruption Dear commissar My poetry is the a barrel to storm out avarice in Series of rounds. Surely a reign of terror in cast To stamp all political mongers whom likely fatten Alike the baobab as masses thins, a biltong strip. Dear commissar My poetry the bridge betwixt the government and The masses, not it be an absolute or a totalitarian State, This plea rather seeks a government of the People by the people if not democratic sentiment. Dear commissar My poetry is the drum beat of Chinyambire, Dinhe Mbakumba, Jerusalem, Jikinya, Hoso, Muchongoyo Mhande, Majukwa and Chokoto. The plea points to Diversity no discrimination based on tribal ethnicity. Dear commissar My poetry is the fountain to quench on these thirst Politically bored, turn an ulcerative colitis to masses And all fails to burst a gut, in pain, inflammations.... Then this plea seeks not temporarily crafted upshot. Dear commissar My poetry is a vessel that amplifies the masses felt Emotions, If not crafted form the ancient ashes of Chaminuka, Chinamora, Nehanda and Kaguvi then It be of whom? The plea seeks revolutionary ardour.