The Eternal Flame Poem by Nokutenda Mupamombe

To play the game you must be a good gamer
Growing up you learn to hide the flame
And you can't hate or blame
You forgot who you are and your Soul has a mortal Scar
As you get older you feel the flame get dimmer
Within no time it dawns, you have grown colder
Where your ancestors ended is your starting line
But coming into the world you were struck by sin.A mortal fine
You were supposed to inherit a forest of wonder
So that on your death bed you'd understand what Life meant
Instead you received barren land that was burnt
Well here is a seed
This is all you need
Plant it now, there is no waiting
We have to keep the Eternal Flame Blazing