DICKSON MSETI Poems
- Hear The Children Crying. I can hear their voices, listen ...
- A Fool Of Love I have to say before I die, I saw a dropp of...
- World Destruction Intelligence of a human, critical ...
- Anger It’s a source of revenge, Master of destruction, It...
- Childhood Happiness. So good being a happy kid, playing ...
- Am In Love. ooh people this is it, i, v found that ...
- I'Ll Be Back Mama. I left you lying on the floor, slowly i...
Dickson Mseti is a Tanzanian born to challenge the critics, when he was young he had to endure the negativity against himself and external forces. To become a poet was something and to become someone was another thing, The challenge of being a poet is, you don't choose to become but only the poems chooses you, that's when he came to realize that there is no point of becoming someone. all is nothing all but all the world is, the heat of a heart is in its strength to adopt the meaning. That is what he is today. TRYING TO GRASP AND ADOPT THE MEANING more »
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''I stand for what I believe as it is something close to me.''Believe is something that is always close to oneself. no matter how many suggestions or advises you will get, the decision close to you will be beside...
''Let me finish and you will understand''some people think they can just understand you in a single word even when it isn't
''One great thing of being alone, you don't get to be afraid to be left alone.''How can you be afraid to be left alone while you are alone
''Life has only two digits, few lives one and very few can reach 3, with only two digits to live why not use it for happiness and smiles. I dedicate every second for happy things.''A human being's life is only two digits which means 10 up 99 years. few exist with 1 to 9 years and very few reach 100 years. so for that we need to e...
''I am not the talent you are looking for, But you can be the genius the world is looking for''Inspiring the you stars
Hear The Children Crying.
I can hear their voices,
listen carefully you'll here them too,
be attentive, you can feel their pain,
but don't just sit there to observe their tears.
just move move your eyes here and there,
you'll hear them around the world,
move your eyes to middle east,
take them to Iraq and Afghanistan,
don't end up there,
go and have a rest in Africa,
If you have strength,
just go around and observe,
A Son of Somali land starving,
A Daughter of Sudan land dying,
Twelve years old girl of Congo raped,
Ooh! just their sound of ...