A Man Who Walked Through Our Cities - Poem by Sicelo Sithole
He walked through our cities wondering and confused of this world in a rush
He travelled… travelled…
through our cities that for a long time in his short life brought him sorrow and
he walked through the land of dead skulls until his heart could not go on
he waited patiently though…
hoping that the right season will come so he can find the innocence and joy he
always hoped for...
silently he prayed for finding peace at heart before his short life could come to
so God sent his angel…
to guide him through his short life
For the first time in his life,
He felt loved…
This man has always been amongst us,
beaten by the bitter words of this very cold world
This man has always been amongst us
he is the very same man who walked through all our cities… but nobody looked
so the sent Angel took him,
to find peace he always longed for. Peace that will mend his heart, forever.
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