If Poetry Poem by Shamba Kaunda

If poerty was meant to love,
There is a cupid a arrow in my pen.
If poetry was meant to prove,
In my poems see the evidence of gain out of pain.
If poetry was meant to hate,
Feel the wrath of hatred in my lines,
If poetry was meant to wait,
Acknowledge the patience between my rhymes,
If poetry was meant to protest,
This poem is against all felonies.
If poetry was meant to confess,
I blend my deepest sins in my ironies.
If poetry was meant to forever live,
I embalm my brains on this paper.
If poetry was meant to believe,
Feel the faith in my words condensing like vapour.
If poetry was meant to please,
Inhale my flows and blow a gentle sigh of relief.
If poetry was meant to ease,
Embrace this poem and hope it cuddles your grief.