Poetry by Cosmas Tinashe Shoko Φ Street Art by Filite

MET YOUR MOTHER IN WAR

The journey is not without a smile or teardrops,

A necessity, a walk to set free a nation in the shadows of death,

The hunger and thirst for freedom from segregation and

racism buttressed the war for liberation,

Just merely a farm laborer crossed the boarders to train as a soldier,

As fate would be got injured during the war,

While in pain and agony saw a beautiful rose,

She bloomed, full of life; a loving smile that eased the pain,

She wore a white uniform, spoke politely whilst injecting me with medicine,

We fell in love, and the rest is bed time story for tomorrow.

THE TRUMPET HAS BLOWN

Home sweet home, the trumpet has blown–

Chariots on the move, to ferry a bona-fide soldier,

Decorated, with flying colors and medals,

A war hero, liberator; a fearless warrior is no more,

Fading away to a place of rest,

Farewell comrade, the struggle continue–

A great man gone too soon alas we have lost a son of the soil,

Goodbye soldier, rest in eternal peace till we meet again!

THE ENROUTE TO FREEDOM

Freedom, freedom thy heart calls for freedom,

Abound with the spirit of fortitude,

A deep search from within; the search for independence,

As water flows into the stream so do freedom calls from thy heart,

The still voice, the familiar rhythm shall forever be present,

Never stopping the pursuit, in joy and agony still thrive,

Courageous, flying high and soaring like an eagle,

Through thick and thin thou shalt fight with fierce resilience,

Onwards marching, onwards singing and never shaking,

Immersed with the spirit of a lion and soul of a dove,

Fighting for space, clamoring to be heard,

A voice for social justice, a voice for social change,

Crying out loud, crying for a just cause,

The enroute to freedom is a journey for all, never fret and lose heart.

COMING HOME FROM THE TRENCHES

The whistle has blown, so loud and we were called for attention:

“Comrades a truce and peace accord has been signed, we all are leaving the bushes.

We are finally going home!

Arise, arise soldier, we have defeated the enemy:

The blood of our heroes, departed comrades and people shall be cherished till we all come to pass” the Commander said.