Poem: Listening to the voice of poetry
It’s not easy
To calm the face of life
With all the uncertainty
And the hopelessness
Flogging the shores of life
I can only choose the voice of poetry
To be my companion
Through the harsh hailstorms
And the dark cloud of sorrow
I will pour myself a cup of Love
From the pot of poetry
To soothe my spirit and calm my nerves
I will not quiver or shiver
As the ferocious whip strikes the cord of life
It’s a difficult time to be outside the womb of life
It’s horrible to witness the battered face of life
It’s terrible to look at the horizon
And see only hopelessness
It’s the sadness flooding the house of life
That make my heart to quiver with pain
Humanity is in pain
I am in pain
But I will not allow the roaring winds of fear
Into my heart
I will stand on the pedestal of hope
And pray for a new day
I will find the voice of poetry
And comfort the bereaved
I want to be the ray of sunshine
To be the sweet melody
To bring hope to the battered heart of humanity
©Kenneth Maswabi
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