The Youth Poem by ndou mutshudzi lourens

Good toppest lustre of the day
The brave hulk which makes hay
These adherent shining through blames
Our pure ambrosial saints ain't flames

These souls has a new odour today
The young beautiful flash to play
We are the good children of glare
Our colour candytuft shift blur

God's love mends and make the youth
This time and space experience use
The living waters with the future frozen
Our power through the mirror was spoken

Past passion, post move on the song
The uniform dance, listen the flowers wrong
Happiness blossom the rainbow nation
Our fruit bloom the path of fasion

We are blood washing through the rails
Of a sweeping banister. Unfolding tails