Collaborative Poem by:Β
Norman Mwale [The PenPusher]
Stephen Mupoto [Ngugi Wamkiri]
Β
The city leeches hot magma.
Volcanically,
Day rots and stinks
Like crappy wounds.
Densely perching piranha
Chip every scrap of hope.
The blue-blooded sucking leech;
The political brigands
Flaking artilleries,
To drown life in black-mourn
And scare away
The candour pathfinders
Whose dreams fly but laving the
Jolly moon!
Trolling in the pits of this ailing
Struggle,
The city leeches keep sucking to death.
The tears we shed,
Are the seed of the freedom that lie
Yonder.
Our pursuit vain
Like a prayer behind a grave,
Invocations to the incensed and
Slumbering gods,
And the moon still bleeds,
As the grains of hope remain elusive,
And perch on the deathly daggers
Of a withered morrow.
