These Scripts Poem by Ndina Kamaro Muofhe

Written from the rain
When passion reigned
Baking cries of the souls
Filling up feelings' holes

Redeemed by these scripts?
I tell you, they were born from endless rifts
All these attitudes need a shift
It's a foundation of clean spirits

They temper with beliefs
Some say, the carry loads of grief
But what do you do when a soul wanna breathe?
Are you surfing on the breeze?
Does your joy heightens on its brims?

It's a rain of ink
They are fertilizers on barren papers
They carry poems, sermons and king speeches
They beautify the dirtied queens
They enthroned dethroned kings
Why catch sour feelings?

To whom they may be concerned
Let them transcend
To villages of the sages
Like wisdoms in shades
Revealed on virgin pages

They are songs of hearts to hearts
Scribes of souls to souls
They are syringes of medicating
Hands of salvating
To souls in need of motivations,
They are inspirations

Did you get the picture yet?
Or are you in amusement?
Tell me the development!

They are rivers of pain our fathers swam in
Like sharks beneath dreadful tides
They are stories of our past
Bitter or sweet, we write and tell with pride

These pens never dry out
And it's our flesh that tap out
Time is a drought they survived
Like desert plants they thrived

They are prophecies and religions
When we bow to praise,
Our struggles are the hell
And our victories, the heaven

Search your soul, search your pride
Namanje asiphel'umoya
For of these scripts, we are the messengers
And you know the rule,
'Cause like you, we are innocent
Why draw your spears?