Change beckons to the souls of erring humans
Walking this abyss of lies and false promises,
Oblivious of the lives beside, of cheerful instants
They miss with eyes fixed on the AFCON premises.
She gestures grandly in frantic frenzy,
But the eyes stay fixed on the soccer game
Till from white the blood taints them red and bronzey,
Then it’s over, and we all start to complain:
“The weather’s not right, the traffic’s too tight,
Corruption’s rife while thieves play with our taxes,
The economy’s gonn’ nose-dive, relationships turn to strife,
And that report’s not right, and that’s some fallacious praxis!”
She gestures, then whispers, then shouts to all:
“One domino’s tumble can make millions to fall;
Take that one step like when you first stopped to crawl.
You can be and bring change. Even the sequoia started small.
So off your complaint hats and choose your battle
Carefully, and that one cause go champion cheerfully.
If each a battle picks and the status quo rattles,,
What wave of change we’ll all see here today!!”