Save A Dark Sail

She sizzles down the stream
As her cloak soaks more weight
Like a fated child encumbered
By mother’s piggy-back
Who cries for help this time

Will you or not
Give away either pride or patch
Souls are drying
While we act like nutters
Not just Harare but a kind suffers

How long will you hunt us
Finely groomed deceit
Your order set one against the other
Our union a glorious tongue song
Can we not ditch your strangling grip