Losing the grip

By Steve Kumalonje

This patience she has timely sought to apply and grip
These continuous fights are slowly loosening her grasp

This perseverance she has endeavoured to advocate
In this platform comradeship all she gets hold of is disgust

Like on a playing field where cats and rats embrace
In the guise of fairplay she soldiers on, suppressing malice

Should these behind-the-scenes acts persist on his part
We know she'll jump off the man's sinking ship pronto and start afresh.

POEM

FOR MY LOVE
by
Dave Namusanya

I won't be there
when they lose themselves
to the ecstasy of the muse
and burry themselves
in the passions of politics.

I won't congregate with them
under the dark thursday night
as they fail to see the dangers
lurking on the corners
in their stupor of art

I won't join them
as they scratch the nose
of the roaring lions and leopards
with their skill of writing
in their ignorance of danger

I will be here, dear
composing sweet verses and lines
that will sound as mellodies
to fill you with happiness

I will lie on your lap
and wander into distant worlds
before coming back with beautiful poetry
in the chambers of my heart

I won't join them dear
for my poetry
is of love (Is for you)
and they say:
they don't need it
for theirs is political.

Instead, I'll be with you
and watch my nation
being sold at a low price
while our love blossoms!

SPECIAL POEM FOR THURSDAY, 23RD SEPTEMBER 2010 (POLITICAL NIGHT)

I CANT WAIT
by
Edgar Chipalanjira

I can't wait for thursday
Where political musings will be the order of the day
elongated pens laying truth bare
corrupting the chests layer by layer

I wont wait for the coming week
where long kept secrets will leak
silent papers fast becoming too loud
pin-pointing the conspicous evils abound

I shouldn't wait for the following session
where we will feel the true dynasty impression
the elevation of dominance by a single family
the sibling gallantly ascending slowly but steadily

I cant wait for September twenty third
where those we love and loathe we will grade
Who is biting the finger that fed?
Who are setting a trap on the long used path?
who is busy destroying what he single handedly built?
I cant wait for that day