This Journey of Sorrows
Trapped to be bruised
This soul weeped,
Crying,
my first breath..,
'Death has come',
Labour struggles
Spewed me out
With water and blood
of mother's womb
Erasing memories
of life I last lived,
Caging my thoughts
in flesh and bones,
My soul hypnotized,
In illusory comforts
Till death became
Destiny of birth
Here is me now
Sowing my seed
In the ground
Of my adversary's hold
Flooded with streams
Of innocent blood
Bleeding wounds
Of democracy sword
Standing is of the fittest,
Here I sojourn
Seeking God knowledge
Supplicating in tears
Sins of my sweating
Bleeding to race
Survival and power
The moon of night
denies us light
darkness thickens,
Fear cripple minds
With fists clinched
Love weeps
The heart broken
When is tomorrow
Of this scene of sorrow,
Pierced sharply with hate
Even to my bones and
marrow
The path of truth
Is thorny and narrow
Here is our journey,
Walk of mortality
Highways of death traps
Led of the blind
Speeches of hate
Destiny is hades
Of my sweat and pain
Is tears and cries
to comfort my sleep
In darkness of the tomb
Where my voice
Will speak no-more
and my age,
Just the count of
numbers.
With one hand
To the heavens raised
My seed I sowed thee
" in this journey of
sorrows
seek knowledge of
Him,
He is your very being
and in Him are all
things
made perfect".
Copyright © Joshua Munyaradzi Mimana | Year Posted 2013
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