Cries Of Shuttered Glasses. Poem by Bieze Josphat

We can break you
And repair you!
Comrades power!
Power!

Yes! You can break us
But never repair us
We know comrades
Got undoubted power
But just like cattle raids
Power might turn sour.

You shuttered us
Amidst our sweet dreams
The distant stars
Saddened by our stabs
Of pain forming galaxies
On patches of grass,
pavements.verandas,
floors...

Our wretched pieces
Will soon be dumped
Somewhere away from
Children lest we haunt
Them with our
Piercing pain.

Now you s-e-e!
You can never repair us
The best comrades can
Do is to replace us
With our cousins.

If you break a
Glass, the crack will
ALWAYS REMAIN.