My Country and Other Poems

My Country

I deepen the tongue of my ink
in the rich pot of praise and protest
blisters of praise, scars of patriotism
the war I fought without guns
my laughter’s stitched with worry and fondness
smiles of east laden with grief
my country
my heartburn for freedom is burning me
roasted nuts of justice bleed no peanut
remind me of those wind choked tunes of mountains
remind me of happiness once perched on treetops
alongside the orange tinge of dawn
remind of laughter that echoed from mountain caves
remind of the love dressed in the hearts of fathers
remind of freedom songs that are buried together with ancestors
remind me and I will sing with you
I have a dream to ride those mountains of home
and drink from the calabashes of their mist
my country, you lost your salt

Matters of Conscience

Gulf of inspiration
oils the spin weave of my mind

Rhythm and imagery my constitution
Meditation my second bible after proverbs


I am apostoled by heart pounding drumbeat ritual of metaphors
pandamu! pangu ! panda ! pako ! panda ! pandamu! pa!
sanctified by breath choking incense of satire

[wordsmith chiseling thesaurus rocks for jargon,
poet planting saliva in wombs of readers digest to reap diction]

Political suspense
nutrition to my poetic conscience

Social drama
fodder to my mental digestion

War
rabies that poisoned the tongue of Pakistan.
Diseased the saliva of Afghanistan

Corruption.
Polio, paralyzing penury burnt fingers of matopos
and inflation butchered thighs of Zambezi


Poverty.
Scabies eating away bare brown. Winter ravaged buttocks of Darfur
shrinking hunger sucked mango like breasts of tutsiville

Religion
measles blighting arteries of Vatican. Bleeding yellow gums of Mecca.
Shriveling hoarse breath of Jerusalem

Viva Revolution

for Guyana  and Tobago

Slavery blew off candles of generations
Children molded by the clay of revolutions after revolutions
Children of Guyana and Tobago
Voices of reason drowned in clay of chocolates and rivers of Pepsi Cola
Green back and condom generations with revolution sodden wounds
and deep scars embedded in their pigment
Children whose sweat washes the linen of oxford
and tears rinse dishes of Harvard
Generations of unending revolution,
polishing emerald for Gucci
And diamonds for Rivera
Generations breakfasting sausages made from their sweat
Children of revolution: I raise my pen, your sun will rise

©2020 Mbizo Chirasha
All rights reserved


Mbizo CHIRASHA, the Author of a Letter to the President. Co-Authored Whispering Woes of Ganges and Zambezi. Co-Edited Street Voices Poetry Collection (Germany Africa Poetry Anthology). Co-Editor of the Corpses of Unity Anthology.  Associate Editor at Diasporia(n) online. Chief Editor at Time of the Poet Republic. Founding Editor at WomaWords Literary Press. Publisher at Brave Voices Poetry journal.  Curator at Africa Writers Caravan.

UNESCO-RILA Affiliate Artist at University of Glasgow. 2020 Poet in Residence Fictional Café. 2019 African Fellow, IHRAF.ORG Project. Curator and Co-Editor of the Second Name of Earth is Peace (Poetry Voices Against WAR Anthology). Contributing Essayist to Monk Arts and Soul Magazine.

Poetry and writing appear in FemAsia Magazine, Wrath-Bearing Tree, Ink, Sweat, and Tears journal, One Ghana One Magazine, Ofi Press, World Poetry Almanac, Demer Press, Atunis Galaxy. Poetry online: IHRAF Publishes, The Poet a Day, Bezine.Com, Sentinel UK, Oxford School of Poetry Pamphlet, Africa Crayons, PulpitMagazine, Poetry Pacific, Zimbolicious, Best New Poets, Poetry Bulawayo, Gramnet webjournal, Diogen Plus, Poeisis.si, Festival de Poesia Medellin and elsewhere.


 

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