Old Flags On Rainbow Waves Poem by Ndina Kamaro Muofhe

At the bottom of our tear streams there are galleries of life lived
From sad valleys we emerge to heal the wrecked nerves
Even when old flags still wave to flame our healing pains,
We ride on rails of the humble
We become searchlights hunting for our lost pride
In hands of those ungrateful merchants
Who still walk our streets wearing fooling smiles
And ubuntu had us chained in quods of these unapologetics

So wrecked,
We kneel before mirages wrapped in scrolls covered by color of curse
When reconciliation comes,
We are the ones to threw our weapons down first
Even when we are on the losing side
Our pride seeks a place in our souls
It lingers upon us while we are a scattered flock
For unity is what will derail the merchants egos
It will be a quicksand of their acts and hearts not so remorseful

We are caught in the battle of salvation
From the graves where our roots lay rested
As offsprings to restore a breath of the withering nation
We lick our wounds in debts and titles of the same whipper
Who channeled us into becoming his continuous servers
By just widening the circumference for us to feel free as we roam
Yet, we remain within his bellies

Those before us walked the same routes
They try to fight,
But by the crossroads, they clashed like titans
When the smoke fade, we were born
Still to pay for sins our fathers paid with their lives and land
History skips our joys and origins
And talks more about our loss
To have us groomed as victims

Old flags and tags
On rainbowed wave
But black is not amongst the colors
Check that rainbow again