The day the guitar stopped

Broken bones
Battered skin
Bruised faces
Economic injustice
But the guitar kept us going

Boiling Blood
Broken society
Buried Families
Endless suffering
But the guitar kept us together

Hey Days
Healing a broken dream
Heading to something worse
Emerson is here
But the guitar kept hope alive

But the guitar stopped
Strings tied around our hearts
Finally played the last note
And withered

Rest in Peace - Oliver Mutukudzi