The dawn of 2020 rose with rays of promise alongside a dark cloud pregnant with the iron wind .The life sapping and hope scorching iron wind perilously strangled every corner of this our earth of God. It ruthlessly unleashed wings of death onto the brave- land, America , into the oil sodden sand dunes of Persian Gulf to the dreamlands of South America , Trinidad and Tobago , Naracargua and unto the rice fields of the great Mahatma Gandi , the supreme land of India up to the vast rainforests of the Amazon basin , the Brazil . It raved through the British Columbia .The dark cloud and the heavy wind screeched their fart into the holy valleys of Jerusalem, the land of promise into Teleaviv and Gaza Strip. The Iron Wind skidded to a sudden halt in city squares of land that was once ruled by the iron fist of authoritarian fascist Benito Mussolini, into the Roman Catholic capital of Vatican, Italy. Pakistan and Palestine were not spared either, by the virulent Iron Wind. Then into Africa North of Sahara and Africa South of Sahara.
Real poetry spews hard truth into itching for -death eyes of goblin like blood-sucking unrepentant warlords. Real Poetry scalds to the inner-deepest core the corruption oiled skins of double bellied political fat- cats with their long -tyranny cracked hands wiping human freedoms off this our once peaceful and sacred earth. Real poetry spanks heavily onto the bolt nut skulls of die-hard racial supremacists killing innocence in broad daylight. Jane Spoken word, yours is not only art for the sake of art. Yours is a verve of resistance. It is verbal recipe of resilience, revolutionary. Your protest lines heave with sorrowful tears of mothers who lost wombs in the charcoal of racial madness. Your imagery is pregnant with vitriol heavy in the hearts of devilish political demigods. And more to it, your lyrical gymnastics is highly captivating, your ability to connect, street slang and traditional Oxford diction amounts to dexterity. You are the Voice of the Voiceless. You speak and write for the living and the dead. The marrow and bone of your verse is unbreakable. You are the brand literary arts ambassador of hard truth. You represent protest, resistance and resilience voices. Your verses are cactus spikes that dig in the iron fists of tyrants. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC celebrates with you in speaking truth to political power. We cherish your candidness as your words prevail along with our new culture of resistance against racist-supremacist killings #BLACKLIVESMATTER. We chant protest, we fist up resistance. Together We Rise- (Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA).