I WISH STRUGGLE HAD A LOUD MOUTH
I thought the sun smiles from the
east and develop winkles in the rosy-tinted West!
But the child from my community sees
the sun rise from the south and is swallowed up in the North!
That child wakes up in total
confusion. The confusing voices and sound from bars and taverns are the order
of each morning.
The cold mornings without warm
clothing yet survive by the hand and acts of the supreme one!
Hunger of the stomach, hunger of the
mind written on the forehead.
Are dreams of our forefather
forgotten? Vanished like morning mist!
An egg for breakfast! Three meals for
the stomach!
Could it mean the gods are asleep?
Are the gods dead?
Integrity and justice are rare
commodities! Rare as a white horse
Though the face shines yet deep down
the soul trouble burns!
The brightness of the small pair of
two eyes cannot tell the story! The inside is rotten the outside lives! Hope is
the only thing left!
Who is strong and who is weak? Who is
small and who is big?
Our sacrifice bleeds prosperity for
the crooked!
I only wish, I wish Struggle had a
loud mouth!
by Rodney Katongo
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