Not all writers start wars.
Some gather shards of peace,
piece them together with gold-coloured glue,
serenade giants
so that the world doesn’t end too soon.
Some are prophets
to keep brooding philosophers company
and conspiracy theorists from feeling
they’ve gone certifiable.
They also describe our individual madness-es
so that we do not feel alone,
and so that we do not forget what’s important.
Others paint flowers via the written word
(while bombs fall all around)
to remind us of the humanity we hide
beneath cloaks drenched in our neighbour’s blood.
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Copyright © 2021 Tebogo Ndlovu
The Amateur's Quill 
Beautifully written
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Thank you 🙂🙏🏾🙏🏾
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I heard music as I read this, and a voice singing. But age and experience has taught me the importance of pressing my fingertips into the wet soil and staring up into the blue sky. Though we listen to everything from Gangsta’s Paradise to Zombie we should always end with, Rise Up!
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Wow, what a comment. Thanks for this. So well said. And Rise Up we shall.
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If you have a book (paper, e, or audio), or music, let me know.
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I sure will let you know 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾. I’m working on something, though.
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Lovely
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Thank you 🙏🏾
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Thank you for this poem, T. This is really a lovely poem that speaks to our times.
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I appreciate that sentiment 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾. Thanks so much for stopping by.
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