Collaborative Poem by:
Norman Mwale [The PenPusher] Stanza 1
Gregory Mwendwa [Poet Greg] Stanza 2
I was this prolific earth not scrimpy
I gave out fruits in generous
I was this prolific love not raspy
I ploughed brilliant flowers
That unfolded into bright petals
I was this prolific virgin; unbroken
Over with a plough
l mothered the witty amusing race
I was not this war or stream of leech
I was not this ruined image of life
I was not this shameless race of a
New dawn
Who carries love child in their wombs,
That squeeze our laws between
Their dusty fundaments,
Will this child be a child of the
Distant past?
I was this metallic bridge
That linked the two worlds
And underneath was the valley of
Death
Where crocodiles swum wait, of
Any mortal being.
I, I was that drop of living water,
That desalted the saline streams
That tangled life to grave
In this prolific land.. where graves
Are built of Gold
But beds are wooden mahogany
I was not this song of streams
That is sang by internet fraudsters,
The cyber bullies and temple runners.
I was not this modern temple
Where hypocrites dine with gods
And never obey the Creator
I was that ruined and disfigured
But today I stand as the child of past
Whose age is that infinite!
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