In a world of billions
Trains of many colours journey through lifetimes without true direction
Masks devour the mindless
Trillions disappear as they seek adhesives to trap their masters.

As their souls cry for freedom
Their ears only awake when the next trend drops.
All smiles and exhilarating celebrations on screens, or next door
But the real eye sees their ever bleeding hearts.

In a world of billions
Trains of many colours journey through lifetimes
What you should know, child of GutaRaMwari,
This is not your story, never will it be again.

The Guta RaMwari train, one of its kind,
Shines beyond all colours
Even ROYGIBIV would agree
The everlasting train, where God heals and restores forever.

As you journey along the holy path,
You are free and truly alive, child of Guta RaMwari,
The mask is a thing of the past,
All the lessons, songs and many holy gifts from God breathe life into you

As you journey along the holy path,
All around still journeys the trains of many colours,
All loud and shameless
Remember your surname, GutaRaMwari.

The Guta RaMwari train, as it gracefully travels farther through time,
It only stops once for each of its passengers.
God brings blessings of an everlasting holy life
As we live and follow his standing orders.

The Guta RaMwari train, God’s blessing to the world
Is beyond a lifetime’s journey and spans infinite generations,
Living a holy life is a timeless trend,
Always remember your surname, Guta RaMwari.

Written by Londiwe P Moyo

April 2024