AN AFRICAN VOICE

AN AFRICAN VOICE

IN THE BEGINNING WAS BLOOD AND FIRE 

THE THRONE WAS CHOSEN BECAUSE IT KNEW.

EVERY MORNING WAS THE WHISTLING OF SWEET SOUNDS

IN ALL THIS, THERE WAS AN OPEN  SCAR IN ITS FEATHERS

COVERED.

TIME WAS SHAPED WITH ITS MISFORTUNE,

THE RIDGED EDGES OF ITS EXISTENCE HAD BEEN EXPOSED

THE SWEET SOUNDS FADED, AS THE SCAR WAS PACKED OVER AGAIN

WHEN THE SKIN BECAME ITS CLOTHING A MOMENT OF UGLINESS WAS EXPOSED.

THE REALITY SPOKE FOR ITSELF WITH NOTHING  TO HOLD BACK,

WHAT IT GAVE ALL FOR, PLUNGED IT DEEPER INTO THE THRONE 

THE IMAGE OF SELFISHNESS WAS ENGRAVED ON ITS FEATHERS 

ALAS, THRONES AND SCARS ARE THE CLOTHING OF THE UGLY BIRD VOID OF FEATHERS.

BY: POHBDPOET

         

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10:53 AM

AN AFRICAN VOICE

AN AFRICAN VOICE IN THE BEGINNING WAS BLOOD AND FIRE  THE THRONE WAS CHOSEN BECAUSE IT KNEW. EVERY MORNING WAS THE WHISTLING O...

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IN THE MIND

IN THE MIND 

This is the imprint that leaves chaos on the mind of the of thinker. 
It is likened to raging warrior who finds peace in the midst of war. 
Who then shall take comfort in their resting place. 
Shall the eyes yet seek for one more glimps even at the darkest hour? 

By and by,a little more will  they stand ,but  where is the victory  when the earth is dry. 
Alas, are the words that echo, the one word they find useful. 
He that forges the weapon shall live to forge yet another. 
When the victory tastes sweet,bitterness surely  has run its course. 
The victorious don't count their scars, they count the numbers they conquer. 
At the end, they all shall take solace seldom holding moment of silence. 

The wind that wispers shall leave the thinker disquiet. 
Then shall time be still, and we shall count our hours by minutes.                                                                                                                                                                                                                               BY: pohbdpoet

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10:51 AM

IN THE MIND

IN THE MIND   This is the imprint that leaves chaos on the mind of the of thinker.  It is likened to raging warrior who finds peac...

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A BREATH FOR TOMORROW

  A BREATH FOR TOMORROW


      
I stand in the circle with many that are gathered like livestock.

I live in a time where the cattle is milked and its young deprived from feeding.

I live to see how efforts don't count and productivity becomes mere dreams.

Should believe and faith be the means to an end or a pathway to better days.

Should the cry of the battered become nuisance or a reality check.

Should I stand by and grumble over situations or force a rumble of change.

Alas, I see my land and a bleeding expanse is all I can ascertain.

Yea, I see but life surely still runs in its veins.

             
I be yet just one but with every single mind alike tomorrow is all we need.

I blow the horn and let ye who sleep awake from slumber for hand to hand we conform.

I stand in a circle with many that are gathered with a stand for a better day.



WRITER:"pohbdpoet" - See more at: http://www.sipnew.com/2016/09/a-breath-for-tomorrow.html#sthash.xh4jDjkp.MsBJQ3O1.dpuf

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10:46 AM

A BREATH FOR TOMORROW

  A BREATH FOR TOMORROW        I stand in the circle with many that are gathered like livestock. I live in a time where the cattle is...

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