SECONDS AWAY

Of dogged and netted psychos
Cutting deeper into the skin of time
Snoring to manipulative instincts
Watching the sands down the drain
A marinated flavor of dogs and rats
Roasted for a darker feasting
Rigging the vote of conscious
Yet it slowly dawned on Brother Leader
For seconds away Benghazi shook
Awakening sleeping dogs of revolution
Barking psalms of revolt
Just seconds away

Seconds away I prayed
Laying academia wreaths of honor
Hatching oval eggs of meditation
Peddling yokes of imperialism
Even Comrade Bob saw it come
As Zimbabwe sank into disrepute and turmoil
And yet professor wouldn’t learn
Treading where angels rest
For silence is war of crime
Maybe we are just seconds away

Rejects

Twenty one reasons reflect our season
Tender from oval hatchery
Breathing an ambiance of renewal
Singing to the tidings of time
As immortality breeds more immorality
Gashing canned worms of abuse
An incredible mixture of sensations
Chicks on a mission to revolution
Struggling to outlive survival
As we crawl to our nests

Their intellect portray a mass of cellulite
Waxing on poles of subversion
Lock stitching revolution voices
Flapping wings of dynastic dominance
Pirouetting through patriotic eligibility
As a wave of dust hit the base
Yet the are just but sulking toddlers
For they swallowed too much
Chewed too little
With a blurred vision of the future
Maybe they are just rejects
Riding on brotherhood bandwagon

KARONGA

By the rising tides of Rukuru we sat

Gazing at the wild wave from faraway

Flooding memories of yellow piggery

Musings over fickle torchbearers rage

Of resilient liars and mindless mortals

Tossing and rocking dreams into fragments

Down the winding streams of Chiweta escarpments

Waterlogged in spreads of kilombero schemes

With mother dinosaur overlooking the flood plains

Where blasts of riches impregnate kayerekera

The shaken, stricken, cracked huts

Yonder in Mwamalopa village lie

Tents of survival, pyramids of mockery

Buried in polythene podiums of politicks

Tombstones turned and the dead unearthed

A decibel of decimal biscuit disasters

Peppered with virulent verbal diarrhea

Flickers of fiery crossfire over the displaced

As the speechless jostle for kondowore crumbs

The leftovers barbequed promises and hopes

Yet the sun sets and rises and sets and rises

While mouths of the voiceless lick crispy gold
Waiting for the day Rukuru will rise and quake

Soaking endurance into submission yet again