Rage Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

In streets brother attacks brother in rage
Devoid of anyone sage, sister against her
Own blood only because of bread... Riots
The domain turns be sombre each second

Suffering from political ulcers so inflicting
Its flames bursting with the zealous minds
To ease, tension bred betwixt the comrade
And cease the days terror at once, tonight

If not peace to yield, and this violence burst
Storms in streets, brought ablaze the Citadel
Yorke stained blood of the comrade whipped
In his decency by the brutal touches, YOUTH

The animal instinct propelled by those with
Seats if not the Augustus house then be the
Grand Citadel at verge of impedance, Shame
Brought to play by circumstances and LEAGE