The Morning After Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

First day of twenty twenty one
Would anything have changed?
Would everyone rejoice having fun?
Would the sufferer still be estranged?

First day of twenty twenty first
Would the hungry be having food?
The parched quenching their thirst?
Every human in a good mood?

On that first day of twenty twenty one
I bet things will be back to abnormal
Humanity will still not have won
Myriad battles to bring life to normal

Covid with a vaccine still morbid
Act of burying so many dead still sordid
The proud being proud
Refusing to spread the love around

Capitalism never capitulating
People dying profit calculating
The poor remaining poor
A vessel full of life savers on the shore moored

The religious as usual lying to people
Billions of foolish people in mind feeble
Believing God subcontracts his infinity
To a person, a people, a human with impunity

But, i as a poet writing poems not dead yet
I will bring anguish, happiness and salubrity i bet
As i have sworn to do
Until the day i die born anew