City Born Poem by Amos Christopherson Masereka

I am the new city born
Living after centuries gone
I fear the worth
Pledged by both
Who lived in those old dark ages
Yet to be retold in lines from back pages

I will keep moving on
To change with the situation already there
A long time prestigious concept
Rehearsing along the rows and vows
Watching murder cases
Playing eyewitness
Risking my life against antagonism
Spinning to getting used
Of fate without being noticed

Proceedings of our fore actors who lost
Everything they had gotten
Seems strange to listening ears
But are those days really gone
Are they now history
Because I am the new city born
Moving on will I keep
Without fear to change what’s there
If risking my life will not spare me

I will not fear to destroy and build
Neither sell my people for love of money

I learnt a lesson from each line I read
Was a reason for my tears to shed
I need to remember once again
The faith of those who believed in prayers
And learned to let go with pain
I will reconstruct newly and meet them still in chairs
I am the concrete survivor
I am the eyewitness
I am the new city born