Muted War Cry Poem by Midifo Yearns
Muted War Cry
The hungry glance, the muted word
the saddened eyes, the hidden sword
the pain-rent heart, the patient wait
the inward burst of anguished night.
These are the seeds of every strong
and restless move to strike the gong
and cry for war - behold we come
to equalize and solve the sum
to burn the throne and down the drone
that steals the peoples’ power.
Chave, chave, chave chimurenga!
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