A Heroine Poem by Ndina Kamaro Muofhe

In the lost hour of the night,
The moon cried tears
Ticks of time left scars on souls
And warriors wounded to the bones
But, in the midst of the battlefield,
They remained, only to die fighting

Cries of Eden, the queen incarcerated
In cells of defiants of nature's processes
She who bathed in a tub filled with melanin
And for that, she is paying the price

Onto her humility, she hold
Through piercing thorns on her soul,
She still find strength to walk another dreadful mile
On rough roads laid by the devil's parodies
They, who who present themselves as angels in smiles

Her children are a marvel of time
Multiplying in the presence of gormandising pandemics
Strong to survive another piercing thorn
They, whom the world ignores their cries
And belittle their existence.

From her womb, they eat till bellies go obese
Even when their throats can't swallow anymore,
They take to deny her children a decent meal
Still, she raise kings and queens
Whose stories are known to cold floors and empty stomachs
Tears of time wash off her pains
Giving life back to her withered strength
Strength to nurse her beleaguered children