Now (1964) Poem by Isunge Mwangase

Now Zambia has gain'd her independence,
When shall she gain her freedom or perchance
Oneness 'mong her seventy-three tribes
That many times send each other bad vibes?

Absence of war isn't the presence of peace,
Nor reticence that all hearts are at ease,
We create our own light and own darkness
By summing our cruelness and kindness,

Hold my hand, I held yours way long ago,
Hold his hand and her hand so we may forgo
All that was, together embracing what is,
Only the now can give us future bliss.

We are one Zambia; we are one nation,
We're the now and future generation,
Taking different paths on the same road
To prosperity- Our final abode.

Saturday, October 19,2013.