LET THEM BE!
Frothing at the mouth monthly
Die like the frothing of the palmwine
Echoes in eternity very hollow
Thrown into the abyss of the heart
Thrown into the darkness that is called the mind
Sown into the ground called history
Waiting for it to grow or die
To be harvested by the future
And enjoyed by the generation unborn
Like the prayer of the virgin
“Don’t let my breast fall”
Don’t let them be forgotten
Don’t let them be like a lie
Soon forgotten
Please! Please! don’t let them die
Let them be as potent as a shark
Let them still shout back at me
In eternity.
- CHISOM
BRAVO
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