I remember stadiums so packed
The trees outside the gates heavy with black joy
Just to get a glimpse of the comrades
Our boys back from the bush
The crowd sway to the gospel of liberation
Poised for revolution
[Little red book in my father's breast pocket, the ground shook]
History movin' underfoot, I was on his shoulders on tenterhooks
The leader spoke slow and focused, powerful pauses
Flanked by soldiers with dead eyes
The sun catch his wire rimmed glasses
Told him roll the boulder, lo and behold
Lazarus was alive
Squintin' in the light, stinking of death
Mouth dry, red dust, a ghoulish prize
They never say what happened after, no surprise
Coulda guessed what happened to us
But at the time, mesmerized by MiG-23s in the sky
Sonic boomin'
I'll never forget the rush of pride
Women ululatin', men drunk
Strong spirits, duelin' drums
The calloused thumbs of mbira players
The ride home at dusk
Faring students and strangers
Feelin' like we won
[Road blocks manned by mere boys
Wide smiles and long black guns
Billy Woods