In those days, forefathers days <br />Those days, our mother was Victoria, agreen queen <br />She carried baskets of hope on its back ring <br />Laughing and chanting extreme songs <br />Leveling such lives ontop of the banquet <br /> <br />In those days, our queen's days <br />Those days, when our mother underscored white grapes <br />Children carried baskets of tears <br />Fighting for freedom, up there <br />of self rule <br />Inevitable change so desirable <br />braced in fears <br />Resistible they turned, blazed <br />with hot terms <br />And overcame their staring strengths <br /> <br />In those days, nyasarodesia's days <br />Those days were days of our fore fathers <br />Under came the absolute life rule <br />Preaising, bending down tributes <br />of bulge <br />Praising the heaven ruler of endless gifts <br />The great events we learn, on long pages <br /> <br />Now such were days, over they are <br />As we trod so hard and perched <br />at democracy <br />Our rights ruler over the frozen king <br />On the brown glue that embraces us <br />Sweet events are learned on long pages<br /><br />Paul Mwenelupembe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-those-days/
