GONTO

The portrait of your anguished face was drawn
By the untiring fingers…or, rather, your insistent voice of ambition
To see your people become free
Time, energy and sacrifice not for your self
Are the fuel used up
To give to this vision impetus
Now in the gallery of cherished memories
Alongside many others who believed in humanity’s cause
A masterpiece it hangs
Evergreen in our hearts.
Slapped and ridiculed…I heard you endured for the dream…
The struggle still continues
Though many without number have put off the shackles
Zaar now boasts of distinguished soldiers, seamen and aviants…
Of scholars, doctors, lawyers and many in the intelligentsia
And of noble notice, poets.
Oh, how I wish flesh lived way beyond breath
Then you’ll have the mortal chance to always see
Your dreams lived through Zaar offspring
And to receive the compliments scarcely few merit these days.
Still rest
O son of struggles
My pen salutes your courage
Freedom will come with tomorrow…
Zaar will see the hour of thorough liberation.





An excerpt from my poetry collection TENDRILS
David Numshi Musa © 2009
Author, Solitude and Serenity