All songs a poet can sing,
All masks a poet can wear,
All seasons a poet can live,
And all wars a poet can fight.
Colorless is the mask of a poet.
Nationless is a true poet.
All borders, a true poet will cross;
For mankind and the ecosystem, poets shall defend.
Poets poet their poems for you and me;
They are humans like all of us.
The same sunlight, we sunbathe,
And we marinade the same rain.
True empathic and sympathetic, poets are;
My language, they speak; yours and theirs, they speak too.
Mother nature’s language, they better master and utter,
Because she taught them how to speak the natural language.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Here I am
Looking at the world’s mirror
Finding myself
at the center of a maze
Constructing the roots of a dream
For a nationless society
By the power of peace
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