Freedom
(To Hopewell Chin’ono)
Where are you hiding Freedom?
Why are you hiding from us Freedom?
When are you coming home Freedom?
We need your permanent stay in our backyards Freedom.
Your free roaming of our streets
I’m sure will guarantee our freedom.
What kind of sacrificial lamb do you want?
How many litres of blood quenches your thirst?
Or waters the revolutionary tree to eternal blooming?
How many carcasses should
lie in known and unknown graves
before you establish your permanence on this land?
Why are you proving yourself powerless at the messy of oppression and exploitation?
See hopelessness is laughing at us
while gladly planting her mustard grains of despair
