BOTSWANA MY BOTSWANA

[ Some days, one wakes up or goes to bed, not only wondering about tomorrow, but about the very ground upon which one’s feet rest- your country. This is a love message to my country, Botswana]

BOTSWANA MY BOTSWANA

Last night when my might required respite
When the evening glow grounded the sun to night
When the wintry breeze bruised the heat to halt daylight
I lay down to sleep wondering about the dawn of sunlight
Wandering in valleys of imagination about stores of fate
Asking myself if dawn and sunrise could ever dawn late
Imagining if ever I would look westwards and see no sunset
Or arise in a dewy morning and my day had no sunny onset

This land that I love and yearn to forever hold dearest to my bosom
My Botswana, the boat of my being in which we all richly blossom
Makes my nerves often stand in salutes of fearful anticipation of oblivion
Not that I fear my mortality destiny or dread death as my final communion
Just that nothing seems without end and I fear one day this land may end
For if ever that occurs I care not to be there to see my posterity tower bend
Hence I pray that nothing will turn my land prey to any marauding evil
For then even I the cowering coward would reincarnate prematurely into devil

Let then the foes fear my resting ferocity should lurking dangers exhibit fangs
For then my wrath shall exceed even the sounds of earth’s beginning bangs
This land my Botswana already rests in cocoons of blockades and barricades
It’s buried in barriers of borders that may entice the greed of ruinous renegades
But I know that I stand firm and fortified in borrowed cloaks of patriotic bravado
To attempt emitting even the fiery breath of dragons and monsters now extinct
For this my land, my Botswana herein my heart rests deep love ever so distinct
Through my morning view I see the ruddy sun emerging from its eastern horizon
It’s rising and warming and charming as it invites fresh air and life into a liaison
I know then that it is the will of all that this land should rise and rest and live to exist
I feel the warmth of comfort designing my good mood and showing melancholy to an exit
It is fair and fine to expect then that this land my Botswana is safe, sturdy, solid and unsoiled
I breathe a sign of satisfaction that all evil and demonic designs shall surely be doomed or spoiled
Yes, this land my land lies rested in the elbow hook of my automated protection
Its bountiful contours may be expansive but shall not harbour foes without detection.


AUTHOR: Andrew Sesinyi