Mother Of The River Poem by Ndina Kamaro Muofhe

Your depth lives within our pride
Naked men ruined your streams
They pierced your soul to the end
But your power remained as our motivation
In your wisdom, a nation was born
Though your throne was misplaced,
And the arrogant belittling,
A queen you are never died
And we the people, know who you are to us

Mother of the river,
The jungle bow to your service
The streets know your duties
The mocking birds hate your divinity.
Until the day you ran dry
I can never be thankful enough,
How in seasons of pain, you kept tough
And be left out when chameleon men took charge

Mother of the river
Your power is never in forgotten scripts
Those history tried to distort,
In our hearts they are archived

Mother of the river
Your fight of for ourselves' knowledge
Forever we shall be grateful for your existence
What a wonderful experience you were to us

Mother of the river,
You never bowed to the incomplete rainbow
For you knew your children's grief still rained
Let peace be with your soul
And your undying spirit continues to guide us
So we be aware of what we deserve