STRENGTH IN ME
My edging strength,
To take away anyone’s breath,
Has power over kings and lords,
They seek refuge to me as of old
Using right hand robbed men,
Human haired to make me inhuman,
But with peace and order that survive,
Kingdoms and domains revive
Coupled with traditions and religious patterns,
To be thrown in rubbish pits.
I scrolled in ink, scribed on sheets
Somehow abandoned, in archives,
Would come off the blue alive,
To the rescue for walls about to tumble and fall
And to the joy of my ears, I hear their call
But with a patronizing soul,
My offer at stake they take
They’ve no other choice to make,
Underlining my status, a mere document on show
Do not be perplexed, I am the Law.
Tatenda Mhlanga
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