Hour Of Reproach Poem by William Mpina

As geckos fail to lustily peep
As chameleons ignore to pompously walk
As vultures proudly fly towards million carcasses
I wake up
To the sight of you
Sauntering, slithering and startling
Oh! Your foot, your arm...
Who am i?
I rise
To the meeting with you
Strained, beaten and confused
Ah, my eye, my nose...
My gods! In this hour of reproach
Let great earthquakes wriggle
With lightening and showers to wash
the land clean
With volcanoes and whirlwinds to stir
the land pure
With baskets and buckets to collect
the blood sure
Let the earth shake
With tom-toms rumbling in the sky
And liberate us, the silenced