Poem
Kristina Rungano
I Pledge Thee Surrender
I Pledge Thee Surrender
I Pledge Thee Surrender
Woe is that building my loveFor there it was I learnt war
When overcome by that cold curiosity
I heard a sound and peered thro’ windows
To almost collect a flying bullet.
Around me people scuttled
And buried their heads in upholstery,
I remember the face of a frightened man, my uncle
He shook and trembled
His face was masked by moist sweat
Whilst breath came in loud short gasps
Thro’ gaping mouth
And condensed on a wet lip
The other was dry and white
His nostrils had flared out
As tho’ overcome by mirth
And his laughter been subdued by a grimace
I thought how like a ghost he looked –
And now he is dead.
I remember the screams of despair
How strange they sounded, yet so familiar
I saw men dashing about,
Children being shot like dogs,
And women running hither and thither;
Straight skirts and high heels forgotten.
Some fell
Some were caught trying to save a child
Till finally one man like a raving lunatic
Jumped forth, grabbed the assassin and pinned him down
For crowds to kick, beat and batter
I recall my confused emotions
Anger replaced by pity
And killer changing from murderer to brother
And the relief when they dispersed the vengeful rabble
I almost died in that building
And today they told me
How five were blown to bits in there.
© 1984, Kristina Rungano
From: A Storm is Brewing
Publisher: Zimbabwe Publishing House, Harare
From: A Storm is Brewing
Publisher: Zimbabwe Publishing House, Harare
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I Pledge Thee Surrender
Woe is that building my loveFor there it was I learnt war
When overcome by that cold curiosity
I heard a sound and peered thro’ windows
To almost collect a flying bullet.
Around me people scuttled
And buried their heads in upholstery,
I remember the face of a frightened man, my uncle
He shook and trembled
His face was masked by moist sweat
Whilst breath came in loud short gasps
Thro’ gaping mouth
And condensed on a wet lip
The other was dry and white
His nostrils had flared out
As tho’ overcome by mirth
And his laughter been subdued by a grimace
I thought how like a ghost he looked –
And now he is dead.
I remember the screams of despair
How strange they sounded, yet so familiar
I saw men dashing about,
Children being shot like dogs,
And women running hither and thither;
Straight skirts and high heels forgotten.
Some fell
Some were caught trying to save a child
Till finally one man like a raving lunatic
Jumped forth, grabbed the assassin and pinned him down
For crowds to kick, beat and batter
I recall my confused emotions
Anger replaced by pity
And killer changing from murderer to brother
And the relief when they dispersed the vengeful rabble
I almost died in that building
And today they told me
How five were blown to bits in there.
From: A Storm is Brewing
I Pledge Thee Surrender
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