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No Title
There is a reason why
Just let the brain roam
It is in the morning in town
The ground green
The sky blue
I look up high
I wonder when I too die
I accept and move on
To all it is common
I forget and pay for the coil
I want to make a meal for the gone great
To buy candle and light the air
Then to all fallen soldiers R.I.P
I carry on till I pass on
I also remember to buy a cake
For a time in life
With the Greats of Great.
Back at my tin roof
My radio makes me laugh
That an African man is turning into a woman
Again I hear of bullfights in parliaments
Then I confirm power madness is permanent
The news is too much
I tune to another channel
'Welcome to power poetry'.
My mind feels free
I decide to take a pen
Try some lines
'' If I write about the end signs"
I'll sound a preaching poet
Better preach than conform
To a night in the light pretending to be the light"
I stop and read through
I stop and realize I am not through
There is no title
And it seems simple
So I don't stop
I write.
Then the meal
The candle
The cake
To the greats R.I.P
Copyright © Griffins Ndhine | Year Posted 2015
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