Constant Consonance Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

CONSTANT CONSONANCE
Thick beads of sacred sweat trickle down my spine
Sacrifices we made now slowly fade away
Half way we've fallen short of what we hoped we could be
Constantly we shed tears directing our faces to the ground
We succumbed to their mockery and covered our faces as we hurt

In constant consonance we stutter at vowels as we make vows of allegiance
We convinced ourselves that our crying days were over
Yet we convict our souls to constant frustration and oppression
In constant consonance we kneel by the well to quench our thirst
In the course of our path we constantly seek to justify our greed
We gave a listening ear to their sarcasm and lend them an eye to look down upon us

In constant consonance our destiny is shoved between their sweaty hands
Only a little of our will left for consideration
In their spite we continue to drown
They contaminate our drying wells and watch as we perish
We ask for fish but gladly take their bait
And now our tummies hurt even more as we wait

In constant consonance we've lost our way in search of justice
Stumbled and fell on our path to emancipation
Every evening we look up to the west where the sun sets
And desperately, there our hopes end
From distant horizons we hope that assurance will be restored

In constant consonance the clouds have gathered to conspire against us
Falsifying witnesses of accounts of our ignorant actions
Yet still they can't utter a word about our struggle
Constantly we have bowed to fetch from their bowl
To fill our bowels, we bow and kiss the same boots that won't hesitate
To kick our butts and adequately feed our hunger with empty promises.