Nobuntu Ntobela Poet Rhyme

To the World Leaders

Hope is our mother.
That nurturing warm woman.
She is a flow of living waters over a dessert land.
Refreshing your soul, outpouring life.
Intoxicating your reality, birthing you into the promise land.

We are unnourished children thirsty for milk,
desperate for just a drop.
With the leaders carrying our nutriments in trunks and trucks,
We trust that the scolding from our mother has
beaten out all the greed that lingers,
the virus that spreads and sucks all made promises,
we believe you will serve us well from the menu.
We  choose and hope in you.

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Eric Cohen January 25, 2021 at 3:28 PM Hello, Nobuntu. I don't read a lot of free verse but fortunately happened on this poem, a master stroke. Your combination of imagery and feeling is powerful. "... flow of living waters over a desert land ..." is just inspired. All the best. Nobuntu Ntobela April 24, 2021 at 11:25 AM Thank you

Rico Leffanta July 28, 2020 at 1:12 PM Never forget, "God helps those who help themselves!" One can hope all you like, but if God has taken another day off, it is the same as expecting government to come to your rescue. But, like the William Tell Overture, your poem is great! Aloha! Rico Nobuntu Ntobela August 6, 2020 at 1:04 PM yes He does, which always makes me wonder about ''free will'' thank you