The Horn Tooted By Tutu Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

The horn tooted by Tutu
Is not a broken horn as some do say,
For they refuse to even listen,
When a country goes to doom.

Listen to the man Tutu,
For he is not tooting his horn,
But telling our story,
When he says, 'I am warning you, '
People of the south.

Who are no more sure,
Facing trials everywhere,
Let the Tutu Bishop toot the horn,
For it is not his but ours,
Listen as never before,
To the wisdom of an elder.

He speaks the truth without fear,
Foretelling what is to come as always,
Dragging us into the future,
With bullhorns of an elder,
Hoping we will not go,
Into the gutter of history,
A people who lost their pride,
Not knowing when we once stood,
A nations of haters,
Spewing garbage at each other,
With words of selfishness always,

Have we returned to where we once were,
Have we sunk deep into the dirt,
From where we came,
Truth telling and unashamed,
Only to be warned,
That one day,
We will regret what we are doing,
For we are lazy to use the vote,
To create a future where the man,
Tutu will not toot his horn endlessly,
But give us a real walking up call.
And tell us we are getting lost,
If we will not mend our ways.