The Lost Struggle Poem by Stella Sisanda Qishi

For Lucky Dube


Our importunate desires were bound
To meet the implacable end
As it brushes itself onto each one of us,
Sporadically, without flaws
Leaving behind an almost palpable fracas
And too many unanswered questions
With wistful wishes blown away lilke a thistledown
By timely, indecipherable fate
Frontiers close in at the coming of this unbridled norm
Hurdles are folded and put aside for now and ever
Emancipaion and Deception at once
As the final eclipse closes on you