Wave Rider Poem by Mogare Nyamoko

Flames of floods

The sky has darkened again like black smoke hanging,
Thunders bellows as if in competition for a prize unseen,
The angry wind blowing scaring the rooftops,

Drip! Drip! Drip! The giantic raindrops hits the roof
The waters threatens to swallow our houses wholely
On the top of tables we sit as the brainless water invades our floors

The bold one with basins trying to fight the violent waters
Our soil here drenched in water
Ours is the question of
Will our blood of bleeds make it home
From school?
As our houses sways in jubilation.