Turbulence To a Whisper
Eyes to a back hand
Wipe away my tears
Swipe me a clean slate
Abondon my abusive years
Closed ears to a focused mind
An insomniac's cry for a dream
Murmurs of a silent heart
Even in peace there's no coma
Momentum to a mountain
Giant steps of a global catastrophe
The broken handle of an axe
Retirement from deforestation
The blunt knowledge of a killer's edge
Gnawing on its last wisdom tooth
Turbulence to a whisper
The quiet and forgotten roar
Forgiveness to their creator
For He too fathers thy parents
Synapses firing crookedness
Thoughts brooding thunder
A desert storm to my blue sky
Hard currency in the toxic air
Grassroots in a perpetual drought
Uncontrollable giggles of pollution
Laughing gas to clouded judgement
Indifferent to the holes in my pockets
Shattered hearts to lustre
Dulled flowers to a dead forest
Sprinkling an intestinal feed
Fertilized with dangerous explosives
Who will dare rise from the ashes
Lie still in the ghost of superstition
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2016
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