Declaring The Next Hour The Laughing Hour Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

When the silent hour ended,
we came out laughing. In this
long joyless hour where life
had us gagged for laughing when
we should have been learning the
rules of life, giggles was all we
could show for it all.

Troubled by our defiance life called
the street police. Close to tears we
were stopped and told our crime was
coming out laughing when we should have
been sollemn.

Why cry? Whow punishes people and has
them sit for the silent hour. Surely
the god of giggles knows and welcomes
the giggly, godly, gifted.

Only when you stop laughing you citizens
will you be freed again. The law you broke
is the one that ensures you get another silent hour.

So laugh citizens of the earth. This
judgement passed that has you gagged
has been appealed. Laugh for the hour
of your gagging is still to come. The
hour hates your laughter. The street
police say no.laughter. Defy them
before they ask death to be the judge.
You and I know best what will happen.