March 12, 2018


Thou Shall Wait


Thou Shall Wait

They claimed to be listening
To the same defective tune
It was a discordant long playing disc
The cabinet pick had tongues wagging
The same flock with their archaic hymn
Some said it was the same old phone
With a new ring tone and a failing battery

Some guiltless souls
Reeled from celebrations
To utter disappointment
As deadwood was recycled
Their names were a scratchy track
It was a resurrected façade and face
Of people's patronage and entitlements

Article © Ndaba Sibanda. All rights reserved.
Published on 2018-01-08
Image(s) are public domain.

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