I am waiting
To die, to rot
To write, to plot
To be a memory
Another dot
To be non-compliant
I won't fit your slot
To reclaim
That you never bought
I am waiting
For the opening of the introverted
The gothic scenes reincarnated
The unbolting of the barricaded
The shining of jewels defaced
The rise of the emancipated
The sanitisation of the perverted
The damage-control of the falsely implicated
The repentance of those who pretentiously defected
The re-drawing of borders forcibly demarcated
The real history not your imagination fermented
I am waiting
To heal
The wounded and shot
To dismantle
The signs your horrors denote
To harden
The infirmed and soft
To touch
The displaced and remote
To re-culture
The young and the old
To rebuild
The destruction of Bob the zealot
To expose
The lies of revolutions and what they purport
To bring faith
To those who have lost confidence in the ballot
I am waiting
To prove my own
To shake off your scorn
To enlighten the unborn
To tie the split and torn
I am waiting
For the Batswana
To outnumber their goats
For my Rasta
To outgrow Samson's locks
For a future
Beyond Zim's strained talks
For throw-away societies
To remember those in perennial droughts
For the re-arrangement
Of the world into fine-tuned musical notes
For the love of humanity
Not the half-hearted promises to tilt votes
For transparency
Not ill-gotten secretive wealth vaults
For the vilification
Of the KKK; hatred and the Selous Scouts
I am waiting
I am waiting until
This waiting can't wait the wait
Of an endless wait
Whose wait outwait
The wait it has waited this entire wait for.
I AM STILL WAITING