Tears... Poem by Robert Mutsaers

I was born to believe,
My aggrieve in your fear to be torn,
To scorn and loath old frenzy me ashore,

I sailed to see the tendency,
My lure in waking thought upon you,
Where lies turn to.. the image,
For a better end to serve you.

Have I forgotten,
Did I actually live,
Did I mention and… forgive,
The end in me that needs to give...

I derailed to glee the fatuity,
My cure in flaking fraught within you,
Where spies burn oh... the rummage,
For a better end to nerve you

I was born to conceive,
My retrieve in your fear to see worn,
The horn and gloat gold penny me as lore...

Nairobi,29 March,2012