Comfort Ndlovu


All my Best


Do not call me a Protest Poet, for I am a Praise Poet;
Do not say I am a Praise Poet, for I am a Protest Poet;

I am a Praise Poet because I stand to applaud and appreciate all acts of goodwill;
I am a Protest Poet because I stand to SPEAK against all social ills;

When the sun rises in the east
I'll wake up and rise in order to feast,

When the storm comes from the south
I'll get into my room and close my mouth,

When the wild winds blow heavily from the north
I'll take up my rod and attire and make my oath,

When the sun sets in the west
I'm sure I would have done ALL MY BEST!

Submitted: Friday, December 21, 2012

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To entertain some, to edutain some, to inotain some, here I come!

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