Roll Up The Sleeves Of Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

It is time to roll up the sleeves of time,
And get to work for time does
Not have a revered gear. Nor does it
Have a neutral and parking one, that
Allows you to rest on your laurels.

Inventing slumberland did not help Alice
in Wonderland for the rules of
The two were different. In Wonderland
they wondered and in slumberland they
slumbered all they long.


Sons and Daughters of wonder, goy lost on the
Streets in the land of sons and daughters of slumber,
For when they woke up when the bus to Wonderland had
Left them behind.

Who said people do not sleep in Wonderland?
Those who slumber and
Not roll up the sleeves of time,
Will always invent stories about
A land they do not know, for it is
On tasting its delights, that
It lets you into the mysteries,
It holds for you all
The sons and daughters of time.
It does not come easy to the
Citizens of the land to know
That rules or no rules,
Road signs or no road signs
Time marches is on for its sleeves
Are always on the AIFA roll.