The movement

A Poem by Mufaro Kudakwashe Joseph Mangono

Everything we do, we do because we have a reference point that relates to it - be it good or bad.

With the Mandela within me
With the Argentine Che around me
You can not put my freedom under lock and key
You can not molest the public and get away with it.
You can not politicize my conscience for your benefit
You can not force me to dance to your drum-beat
Hard you may try but you can not derail the movement.

With the Bob Marley that inspires
With the Bob Dylan that speaks
You cannot shoot me so that I will not sing
You can not pay me so that I will not write
You can not silence the harmonica from the song
You can not erase the chorus from my heart
You can not stop the humming of the movement.

The Goliath in my path
The Peninah in my ears
I will slay you with a stone
And remind you of Samuel
For you can not define my limitations
Nor can you dictate my potential
For I am part of an ongoing movement.

The Mufaro that sometimes make mistakes
The Kudakwashe that strives for good
The Joseph that aspires to be great
Shall converge for the greater good of wisdom
Shall unleash a prayer to usher me to my destiny
Shall rejoice in the presence of the Lord
Shall echo a powerful movement.