This Flag (The Full Poem)

Poetry | By Evan Mawarire, Pastor | 31 December 2016
PHOTO: © Newsday Online


This flag!
This, this beautiful flag
They tell me that the green is for the vegetation
And for the crops
I don’t see any crops in our country
Hanzi [They say] the yellow is for all the minerals
Goride [gold], diamonds, platinum chrome
I don’t know how much of it is left
I don’t know who they sold it to
And how much they got for it
The red, the red they say that, that is the blood
It’s the blood that was shed to secure freedom for me
And I am so thankful for that
I just don’t know if they were here,
They that shed their blood & saw the way that this country is
They would demand their blood be brought back
This flag!

They tell me that the black is for the majority
People like me
And yet for some reason I don’t feel like I am a part of it
I look at it sometimes and I wonder
Is this a story of my future?
Or is it a reminder of a sad past
Wherever I go and I put on the colours of Zimbabwe
They look at me as if they want to ask
“Are you from Zimbabwe?” Vachiseka [Laughing at me]
Sometimes when I look at the flag its not a reminder
of my pride and inspiration
It feels like I just want to belong to another country
This Flag!

So I must look at it again with courage
And try to remind myself that it is my country
I look at the green and think to myself
It is not just vegetation
The green represents the power of being able
to push through soil
Push past limitations and flourish and grow
Thats me, my flag.

The yellow yes its about the minerals
But not just minerals that are in the ground
But the minerals above it
Me, you, we are the minerals
We are the value of this land

The red, yes its blood
But not just blood, its passionate blood
It is the will to survive, it is the resolve to carry on
It is the want to push through to see the dreams come to pass
This flag!

And the black? The black is the night sky
That we emerge from and we shine
It is the brilliant colours,
The wonderful and lovely fruition of everything that we have ever hoped for
It needs a black for it to be visible
This flag!

It is my country, My Zimbabwe
We go through so much, we don’t look like much now
But there is promise in it
I will fight for it, I will live for it, I will stand for it
This is the time that a change must happen
Quit standing on the sidelines and watching this flag fly
Wishing for a future that you are not at all wanting to get involved in
This flag!

Everyday that it flies is begging for you to get involved
Its begging for you to say something
Its begging for you to cry out and say
Why must we be in the situation that we are in

This Flag!
Its your flag
Its my flag
This flag!