Our Sing Along Game Is Over Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

There were the times you would lead,
And I would follow, for yours was a tenor,
That could open the heavens and get the
Rain pouring down on the whole of southern
Africa, if we needed it.

For you started every song, and I followed
For the melody in your voice was sweet,
Meaningful and easy to follow. Now that you
have run away with the choir soloist in blue,
I still look back at the space you occupied,
And hope my Pavarotti will come back and do
It just once more.

They told me you have gone to the next church,
For you hop around churches like real bed hoppers,
And I was embarrassed for I knew you to be an ideal
Person, that I could follow. Now that the truth
Is out, how can we look at the word.

You have cheated us of the love of your back up,
And our sing along is out of tune for it lacks,
The likes of singers like you. We have to get
Back and create what we had just for the sake,
Of the people who are your fans. I know I am
speaking for the angels, as well for they heard
You singing hymns, ballads and all.

How can our game be over before it started?
Just because you loved a girl? This love thing
Is not on the contract you signed, when you had
Us stand up and sing for the people. Tell your
Mother you are sorry, for she looked up and went
To the alter to pray, and everyone knew it was
Because of you. For when you sang she knew she
Had done the world, a lot of good for peace came
Down and settled on the battle field we call
A house of worship, instead of calling it a 'warship.'