As I Write

As I write I think deeply as I write, even though some of the my characters may be shallow I write with love, even though the personnages portayed may be hateful I write joyfully even if the subject matter may be tainted with sadness I write with great hope for the future even though, the souls in my stories May live in an increasingly cruel and hopeless world As I write, my pen is my needle and the words are the thread With which I stitch together pieces of humanity Which, patched up, will make our lives livable Less hateful, less scornful, less insufferable As I write, I attempt to keep my language clean even when our environs are foul I write with humilty as I describe a place where arrogance abounds I hope that my words will revive dreams that have been put on hold I pray that they will be the currency used to pay the ransoms of souls That have been sold, warm the hearts that have gone cold, fill the pockets of the poor with gold (and silver) Drop nuggets of wisdom in the minds of those who seek to learn Fill the bellies of the famished so for sustenance, they cease to yearn Bring comfort to those who are grieving Calmness to those who are seething with anger © Terence Msuku 2015