God's Children... Poem by Merlin Mwaura

We walk among men,
lurking in the caste shadows.
Our identities are unknown to these commoners.
only those with an uncommon trend,
already comfortable in their skin
and scheme of things.
They find pleasure in the witticism,
of a guiding arm followed by letters.
We are the scribes of today,
souring with emotion in the curve of the pen.
Only these have dared to dream,
beyond normal and mundane things.
This one who soaks lust in a letter,
to woo his virgin bride,
Another trailing the prints of beasts,
the fears and whims of the universe.
While I put up the very things that please me most,
probably ranting about this and that,
and manage to pull it off quite well.

To move minds is not a difficult thing,
but human beings are not to be trifled with.
They are hardly foolish, and can become quite nasty.
at the slightest of insults,
no one has a good old laugh anymore.
no one day is quite the same,
the human is learnt to shape the face of character
One moment this, and next the other.
Patience takes the scene of a pond,
great adventure looms in the depths,
So the artist is eager to portray his art,
set a table and men at lunch,
cause an argument with the minds of those,
who know what themes he vents.
The light still reflects on shiny surfaces,
on the faces of art inspectors,
and art lovers.

Somethings are come out of planning,
human intention or divine charge.
It is very unlikely that things,
proceed from nothing.
or that people become directionless
For even the able and noble,
bend on one knee to ask,
to propose the fate of their lives.
God looks on,
laughs at the indelible cunning,
takes lightly and kindly the mockery of us mortals.
By his grace and great mercies,
gives the blasphemous their piece of time.
To come to their own ruin,
for a generation shall come over them,
with a revolution of thought,
and greater respect for one who made man.
We are God's son's and daughters,
cheer up, we are God's children,
so life can move on!