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GENERAL

Ypoetry Corner

By Yolanda Lindsay Mabuto*

 

I have a dream

 

Hidden amongst the thick foliage of fear.

Waiting to escape the misty mysteries of melancholy miles.

Waiting to pull off the frail lace on tragedy’s face,

and watch suffering and evil shrivel with disgrace.

Buried sincerity shall resurrect and save its people.

Oceans of secrets and answers shall reveal the knowledge

of true peace and harmony.

Whilst angered winds blow away the specks of dust and rusty dirt

from the world’s promised destiny.

Woven in poverty’s thread, strangled by sinister smoke

Whilst embedded in sickness, sorrow and death

Inevitable blunt reality

A dream of survival - a dream of revival

Only the people can become an instrument for themselves

And as ONE declare suffering their rival.

Be it by whispers, cries and by breath.

Be it a prolonged fight for victory, till sentenced to death.

Be it their prayers turned into echoes of mercy.

As one people, with one mission and one vision

with one voice saving many.

The day will come when as ONE people

We shall topple the towers

of suffering and sorrow,

and build castles of new hope.

Where we shall plant the true seeds of mankind

and sow our dreams of tomorrow.

Cut the chains of captivity and believe dreams can be set free

Dreams which may unfold and reveal divine destiny.

Hidden amongst the thick foliage of fear’s tragedy

Waiting to escape the misty mysteries of melancholy miles.

Waiting to unmask the disguise on mercy’s face

And watch all good in mankind fall into place.

 

.....

Child of Stone

 

Hidden cries quiver beneath the earth of its children -

their soiled soil-soul cry out.

Shattered by untamed affection- they merely die.

Suffering preaches to the weary

and its congregation now holds too many

The bitter yet hated end has become their friend

The future is in their past

as priests of destruction dictate bitter paths-

whilst enemies uproot all the disasters they can find

misery breaks the deserted lands and untouched minds

The darkened soil is the home to our rock

Dzimba dze mambwe-Home

A silent nightmare where

Children of this solid stone-suffer alone.

Child of stone- both weak and strong

The past-future is a forbidden throne

in this place named home

Taught by the need to learn

Education remains unturned

The future lies in those who remain

Those who will continue to endure the struggles and the pain

Health drowns in pools of its own innocent blood- stormy death remains its flood.

Life has become death's advocate-

Every ache sinks in remorse and regret

Mothers, Fathers, Daughter's and son's

the war to survive has begun

The darkened soil is the home to our rock

Dzimba dze mambwe-Home

A silent nightmare where

Children of this solid stone-suffer alone.

Child of stone- both weak and strong

The past-future is a forbidden throne

in this place named home

Despite hunger and thirst - hope prevails

Despite struggles and trials - love remains

Despite the end - we stand - we fight

We hold onto life - with all our might.

The darkened soil is the home to our rock-

Child of stone- both weak and strong

Dzimba dze mabwe - our home

Child of stone- suffers alone

 

.....

 

War Child

History of violence haunts our present
the struggle of wills has tortured our judgement.
Footprints remain in the heart of our soil - this battle sand
Trails of sadness from the souls of Iraq and Afghanistan
From the Great War of Africa and the remains of Vietnam
We continue to walk with rifles, grenades and merciless bombs.
We still have not learnt- from what they did-what they gave
That those footsteps led to their grave
Death of peace and resurrection of destruction -
Dried wounds speak through small calibre ammunition -
AK-47, M16 and soldiers
Who would want all that sadness?
Tears soak the surface of this earth
Hatred has awakened and given birth-
To a War child - still birth Child of death
Is war what our children are worth?
The fate of - armed conflict both love and hate-
Troops of mourning await asylums gate.
We kill ourselves - we kill our children
Swept with the drought of peace and we nourish guilty famine.
Death of peace such hypocrisy
Since when was love the enemy
The World has failed to tame the horror
We breathe in fire - we live in terror
Paths of the past can be erased and made new
But we continue to fight- we continue to refuse
Raiding people, battling for independence
Instead we flood our territory with shameful sickness
Sickness that only calls out for vengeance
War zones lurk everywhere in silence
Every age has had its war every age has felt deathly violence
What happened to the balance where’s our conscience.
Tears soak the surface of this earth -Hatred has awakened and given birth-
To a War child - still birth Child of death -Is war what our children are worth?
Peace plan - Its time we understand
That we are torn apart by enemies - such times harm families -
The arms of this world have grown long yet cold
And every weapon unfolds - A need to remove our battle masks to clean underneath these clothes - These blood stained clothes of war we are now exposed
Let us all stand by the doors of unity let us join hands to embrace what follows
This day, this year the doors of war should forever remain closed.


*Yolanda Lindsay Mabuto is currently studying for her Master in Biomedical Science (Msc) at the University of Amsterdam. For more info: ypoetry@ymail.com / www.yolandaspoetry.com

















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