Transition

Transition A grandson of the revolution of late 90s The progeny bored in evolution the 21st Dynamic spells the prospectives of son's Daughter's of soil. Mwana wevhu stunga. Deep thoughts from within depths, ours Guts inflamed by the political ulceration From the roots of revolutionary liberties That was spelt far from a distant, tsunga Tangenhamo was all the comrade voted Rugare then never did he rendered, and To out my grif was indeed a taboo craft Dilemmas I to have embraced in distress. The thoughts kept going on and on, an Expedition in nous that bore no potency No power was for the people by people And kinship spelt breached by the odds More misery kept cascading in and in, a Day spelt years not that I was in chains But bondage was all my grandpa's grant Not that I was a slave but I endured more Persistence and resilience became mine Remedies in the 2002 era, Fast tracking Hyper inflation, Corruption, Destruction, Followed the walls brought down, tsunga Inclusively the struggle was ablaze, spelt A ceaseless brawl, brother's got lashed Sister turned an Orangutan, savages of That phases and never time did awaited. The process of shaking the old horses For the new ones became a grandeur so Rinsed that bored detention by the blue Suited brother with grey topped shirts... Till today a brilliant beam shade off the Darkness from a new dawn, Drawn from The proficient past. Is it the same notion In motion to embrace. Rugare or tsunga. How I would love to embrace the phrase Tangenhamo, Manifestations of Rugare In this era spelt a new dispensation by Those learneds on the stratagem apex. If only the sentiment of democracy will Be driven forth by the elites and those Whom sits in the parliaments then I will Embrace the old foster in the new era... To welcome once again my kinship that Has been crushed alike a crunch bargain. And no more manifestos and speeches Promises meant be broken. Rugare huya