Poetry Corner

By Pottar Muzamba – Binga Rural District Council

14. June 2004

We perish unwillingly

The daybreaks and the beautiful morning sun rises.
It is a funeral it
It ascend on its orbit to noon with scorching rays
Another funeral
It descends to give way to nightlight, with cool radiation
There are funerals all over
Funerals we mourn our beloved
Brothers and sisters
Funerals to give respect to our caring
Fathers, mothers and grandparents

Farewell they bid unwillingly
Six feet they descend into an unventilated one-room bedroom house
They perish with their ambitions and plans clinch in their heads
Ambitions to transform the world so that it could be
A better place for you and me
It is a funeral, anther funeral and funerals all over
The world is at unrest
Everyone is affected and infected
But we persistently watch with our eyes widely opened
And solution less

We perish, when we don’t do
We perish when we still have visions and plan to
Meaningfully contribute to national development
We perish in the midst of all.

We perish while the
Doctors
Zinathas
Politicians
And NGO’s watch

Restless we go to the world of the dead
We enter into the world of the spirits without
Resistance or objections

Oh yes we perish unwillingly
When shall the angel of salvation descend?
From the throne to bring the answer of redemption
For the human race?

When shall the heavens open up and pour the cure?

When is the divine intervention coming to restore sanity?
Oh yes we perish unwillingly.
Helpless, we go deep down into new masonries
With all our ambitions and plans
Farewell we bid