Owen Hamalala

Biography: My name is owen hamalala am from zambia Am a poet who writes from within Writing poems is something i keep doing And i also draw

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Owen Hamalala
Saturday 8 January 2022

A crying child


My heart drips with oceans pain

As I look out into the sea from where the winds come from

Deep into the heart of a land

A land bounded by two rivers

Right in the soul of a broken hearted

In a land filled with milk and honey

built by our strength, blood and soul

Right in the the heart

A mother of many children

What has become of our unity?

When we now see ourselves as rivals

Where sentiment and interest now make and break us

We are our own strength and our own weakness

Now the sun  set where the East and West crosses by

The North stands still and watches the East and West rage forth

Why should what bind us break us?

When we are our own strength and our own weakness

Weep not, o! Child of zambia

How long will a mother breast feed her child?

When the child has breed forth children

When should what bring us together make us?

While we see ourselves not as foe but victors of struggle

Weep not, O! Crying child

Why should yesterday be the dream of tomorrow?

And tomorrow’s future is like the mirage of yesterday’s dream

When tomorrow’s dream is yesterday’s history.

Cry not, o! Weeping child

For our tears will one day yield hope

When yesterday’s dream will be tomorrow’s future

And hope makes the future of tomorrow yesterday’s dream

Last modified: 4 Nov 2021




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