Sarah Weller
By
Kumbirai Kupfavira
Silence Is Not Ignorance
Many times we are tied
We forget the being in us
We are drifted by that,
Which strains our mind?
Kills the body yet does not feed the Spirit
Silence breaks when your
Mind blackened, erased
When your memories are
Joyous, tearful
Yet the silence is not ignorance
But might be a stepping stone an evolution of a
Relaxed thoughtful millage
Silent when things are merry and sorrowful
The might of maintaining a constant status quo
The silence of a stillborn
In which no understanding
And pain is shared but only received by the mother
Silence is not ignorance, but
That apparatus that enhances
The mind and nourishes the soul
Silence is not ignorance
The Inanity in Us
When you are given the opportunity to learn
You complain that the exams are too hard
Yet when others excel you give a comparison beyond reality
Yet when others spend you curse their hard work
Yet when God blesses you far and beyond
You still are an atheist
Yet when your nation is at its lowest
You still boldly stand and hold hands with the enemy
The idiocy with us
Is not farfetched but nurtured within us
Blaming the other because of my selfishness
If you are bold stand up
And erase that which makes you a laughing stock
The inanity in us has crippled us
Has created margins of anger, hate and lies
Be what God has said you are to be.
Fifty first dates
They came as crystal
Clear as the waters
Pure as a new born
Loving as a parent
Beautiful as the conception of a new born
Until it became a norm
The very ordeal
Which I wanted to modify
At times it was rhetoric
Dejavu of what
Transpired in the past
It was only because
Of the fifty first dates
Which were clear, pure, loving, and beautiful
Annoying they turned out to be
Because it was the same font
Size, color, text
Constant
Yet loving, pure, clear, and beautiful
Fifty first dates
I treasure
Beautiful Write!