Poetry II

If poetry channels our anger and sorrow Who then will want to write it tomorrow And will joy and contentment stifle its future? And what will become of our stays and culture? I say poetry has been victimized Vilified, chastised, castigated and ostracized Only perceived as a tool for struggle Truths coded for smuggle Yet poetry is just song void of tune From the same rock hewn For the lyrics that ride on the harmonies Are sponsored by poetic abilities Only poetry captures life’s odysseys In whose form is crafted psalms and prophecies If you want to know an expanse exceeding now Poetry is the where and the how Poetry in its recitation May not cause rhythm and gyration Care free melodies and chimes That people seek in easy times Until hard times force the weaning Where people gain taste for meaning A complementary aid for soul searching To set the conscience forwardly marching If poetry must fail in the market Then it proves not to aim for your pocket But a stinging dart to awaken your souls When woes and lows purge all else from their roles K. Muitherero