Mama Meets Mulopwana
Poem By chisomo kumwanje
A melodious dawn
Caped in saw-dust
Morning stars riveted with thorns
The faces too cramped
Who will sympathise with the other?
The land cracks
To the beating of unkind words
Betrayed is the vegetation
Loosing its green to save a multitude
Is there any water to quench this thirsty?
The sun emerged fully from its yolk
Welcomed by faint songs above the horizon
Clear images are being seen
Even you Mulopwana?
The sun danced dizzily
Shrouded in mist
Mountain peaks being corrupted by black coins
Where shall we find comfort?