Tepid News Of Independence Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

So young and hollow,
Like someone had sapped,
All sense out of us,
Wanting nothing to do with rules,
For freedom had just knocked
On the door of our hearts,
To be let in by us on our terms,
Not those of the old daredevils,
For we owed them nothing which we,
Could not give back to history,
On our backs come push or shove.



We, the progenies of the age,
Had seen man land on the moon,
And been there when the moonbeams,
Bowed to the rays called sunbeams.

We had seen life at its take off,
And watched it blow up in the sky,
As bandits looted the pieces that fell off,
To show off at the
next exhibition of the richest,
ones from the poorest country,
We were sick of it.

These indiscretions of youth,
Have followed us like the moon
All the way to our north pole,
Where white lights and their glare,
Keep nagging telling us to remember,
The little wicked creatures we were.