There Is Nothing In That Bottle. Poem by Mutsawashe Museredza

Dangling, like an earthquake sieged land,
He talks, like a toddler, mumbling, to be heard.
Talking is the order of the ordeal, is there sense,
in the utterances? Only to be forgiven, for foul mouthing
In the name of intoxication.
There is nothing in that bottle.
In varying generies, flavours, they come, in varying portions
Of concentration, the for warned is forearmed proverbial
saying, it may be hazardous to your health if consumed in excess,
avoid drinking and driving.
Is there source of joy in the bottle, is it not
imbibing misjudgement, selfishness, lousy talk, deceitfulness.
There is nothing in that bottle.
Is there wisdom in it, how deep is it,
King Lemeul advice from his mother, for
Kings, down talk carousing from the bottle
lest he forgets the law, to defend the weak and uphold,
vision of the nation.
There is nothing in the bottle.
Mutsawashe Museredza (01January 2022)