Strange Word
Sometimes i feel like laughing at the world.
Not because i hold it in my hands,
Or i have it in my arms.
Not that i have any command over it
Not that i can say a word against it
Perhaps i can't
But i can say a word to it.
My voice ain't that loud enough
But am sure i can try to shout
Those with ears will hear the real words
Those with feelings will feel their real breeze
Those with eyes will see their reality
Those with noses will smell their real scent.
Copyright © Nderitu King'Ori | Year Posted 2012
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