Fighting This Window Banging Wind Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

The storm brews up above us
As governments change in ways
Which make us feel the sky is
Falling. The fear of being around
Stirring waves that pile up
High so that we are swimming
In an out wave asks if we
are looking out for ourselves
For we should surely know
We need to have lifeguards
For this coast is rough.

The milling around we do
At the bottom of the hill
Of our world is soon to stir
Up a hurricane so that we
Find ourselves in the eye
Of the latest storm where
There is no left and no right.
Like dirt in the vacuum cleaner
Each party sucks us in the
Way our paper votes go and after
The melange of the devil
We find ourselves in a world
Where only swimmers with a
World record will survive.

This time to mourn and cry
Foul calls us to sit,
Stop and find a way forward
For tomorrow is the day we
Leave to the dogs who will
Tear it into shreds not recognizable
While the ants still carry
Little bits they are shifting around
On the plates on the floor
Of the earth on which power
Walks.

Life is a bad joke they say
For we cannot say can't for
This word is proving that
Truth is made as the wind
Turns and turns making this
bang that forces my window
Open and refusing that I
Shut my eyes for one day
I will have to answer to
Those who fought for this
Right to vote.