On Human Rights Day Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Let's suppress this mutineers,
Against the world where people,
Run around no people for their,
Rights are wronged in governments,
Where everything right is wrong.
Where freedom is in chains, where
Words of others are little cries os
A stray cat. Let the world open
Its doors, to those who walk the
World a people abandoned, and scattered,
On the world at the threshing floor of life.

Here the winnowing folk of fate,
Sifts the husks from the chaff,
Grain and stone, and sets out,
On the road to the edge of the world
Where they await their fate
To be thrown over the edge of the precipice.

Here they stand the wind blowing
Tears, off their cheeks and carrying
Them, into the air we breathe. When
The air is saturated with tears who
Are we? When our own have no shelter
And food what have we done?

Let us not fold our hands and carry
Them on our heads, for we have the
Power to rewrite this story of
Deprivation. A right is a right foe
It says let us make it happen,
In our time, this giving of the
World on human rights day.