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Enock Phiri Poem
(All). We are the voice of the children, here to educate and lament about all the pain, joy, and anxiety and fear we carry as children all over the world.
1.We are shut out by time and speed, indeed time really moves but today we stand as the voice of all children, lamenting and remembering our brothers and sisters in all parts of the world, speaking freedom, encouraging respect, crying against child oppression and calling and wailing for redemption of the world’s future leaders.
(All). Ooh indeed we stand to speak for those who can’t speak. Overall we are here to make the first step in fighting the problem and that is identifying the problem.
2. All children whose parents left them, all children who don’t have a place to call home but they move around in the streets begging for food and they sleep in the holes tanks and anywhere even when the night is cold and dark they stand alone, without education and without proper medication.
(All). Our hearts are bleeding today, sorrow and horror that is why we cry and wail as loud as we can calling for help.
Copyright © Enock Phiri | Year Posted 2024
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Enock Phiri Poem
Title: Defining true happiness
Defining true happiness is a complex activity, but today I found the answer, all shadows and sounding delves into a moment of silence as I smile due to the amusement of defining true happiness.
Your name is complex but you define it in person, I stand in the darkness all day alone, without no one to be with me, but when you passed by you shade life and awoke all sleeping spirits.
The world has many definitions of happiness others say it is satisfaction, other people say it is overwhelming joy but I have found the answer and you are the answer.
Thank you for meeting you but life has its own plan.
We meet people daily, they come and go.
But one thing we should keep are the memories of the people we encounter in our everyday life.
Copyright © Enock Phiri | Year Posted 2024
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Enock Phiri Poem
THE CUP OF WINE
My life is drowning in sorrow, tears rollover my face every time I look at the difficult situation I have to go through, I have so many battles to fight in the meanwhile a war at hand, I ask myself will I win.
So am left with no option but to lift my cup of wine, I take a sip and it boosts up my mood though it is killing me deep deeper and deepest, and so I ask should I give up wine. Time only makes us old, my life is fading slowly and quietly so that no one can save me.
If you want know my fears and anxieties just look at the river going east, so loud stand up otherwise shut up these are the words that run in my mind, am confused though I look pissed but am at ease, I know my time will come soon so am afraid and tired of losing to me.
Am on a relay though no one is chasing I keep going forward to pick up my cup of wine because it gives me sudden healing and on the long run death to its fullest the earth opens wide and the land in my dreams keeps calling me to a wonderful fairyland without trouble and fear.
I have a hungover today but work keeps calling I have no time to waste so I will fly off the ground the earth if falling in, the world is falling out so I can beat all my pain and win for without pain there is no gain, I was taught to be punctual for without punctuality we are animals, ooh my cup what a waste they say wine makes me week yet it is my strength.
In my weakest moments I think of my cup of wine, I cherish it and I make sure not to break it and I can’t be broken even though am forsaken in this situation I need a liquation so that I can go through litigation
Copyright © Enock Phiri | Year Posted 2025
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Enock Phiri Poem
A Name's Worth
Names etched in stone,
Graffiti'd with pain,
Destroyed, yet not gone,
Echoes remain.
It's hard to keep a name,
When hands erase with spite,
But I won't give up the claim,
My name holds through the fight.
In streets, in halls of fame,
A name's the mark we bear,
Though torn and worn with time,
It's worth the struggle, beyond compare.
I'll hold on to mine,
A symbol of my past,
A beacon for my future's design,
My name, forever to last.
Mr. Phiri Enock Phiri Reigns
Copyright © Enock Phiri | Year Posted 2025
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Enock Phiri Poem
When the night was dark and scary I gave them light, when it was all empty and darkness I gave them hope.
My greatest gift has been turned against me, I have become a target of hate, a source of fear and insecurity to them.
I gave up myself as a sacrifice of hate, so that they all could find goodness in themselves, I go down knowing I gave them a reason to believe they are right.
In the end I still remain a hero in my own way, a forgotten sacrifice, cast away from the rest deemed useless.
When it mattered I was there to guide, when there was no way I provided direction, it's a tough life to live knowing things will go down this very way.
While others preached hate, I stood with love, when they preached violence I gave them peace, am a master piece tossed away after a win.
People forget all the good you've done, they hold on to the little mistake, untill you are gone, it's a crazy world no one stands with you when you need them the most.
But I will rise, even though am forgotten am not forsaken by my maker, there will be light, the world shall speak my name again.
A time will come when they will need a hero, but I will be long gone, it's not worth the fight, sometimes you watch it all burn on purpose.
They say at the end of the tunnel there is light, why can't it be at the entrance, yes am hated but I shall always remain a hero, the odds are I'm my favor, I am a hero.
Copyright © Enock Phiri | Year Posted 2026
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