by Moses Tatenda Hanyani
Motions of this world blow to and fro
The dust rises up in unanimity with the stillness that has been broken
All voices notice not the ears that hunger to hear
For the light has not found the spooky darkness
None chooses to go forth and start a proposition
The mighty have fallen and tumbled again
The waters unwearyingly wait for the storm to die away
As the wind rises it does not leave the earth unclothed
We have been bathed by this earth that we despise
Its pillars remain resilient day and night
Peace has reigned outside it
Yet the disarray within it is at times unbearable
It’s amazing it does not crumble upon its very own
Wonders cannot cease to appear
For we are all part of them always
Will the mighty rise again to the dare?
Where is the unlimited friend that coasts and wanes?
The sun still burns and never tires
May aid appear as a force swifter than the wind itself
The weak have been furnished yet still too wretched
Who will revitalize the sword for them?
Will the mighty wind speak for them?
Time is life and life is time
These shambles that we see will be mend
Shambles are not part of the equation
Shambles are fiascoes
They will not rise up again