Praise Not That Scroll

We wouldn’t bow to that scroll
for it is the genesis of our misery
it is a paper dashed
with sweet sounding words
that dull our faculties
and remove us from this reality
that we are referred to it
when our children cry of want
when they die from hunger

For us it deserves no praise
it signifies no worth
but to make you look decent
in the company of
all evil men and women
unmoved by dying children
women wailing for help
and men without any trace of dignity
beg for mercy

When they regain their pride
and see the true blood-stained
scroll in the soil
your deceptive letters
full of false hope
will burn in your hands
if not blown by the coming storm

by Vusumzi Moyo