To End In A Slur Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

To End In A Slur



To end in a slur like a fool
It clings me forth
It shows as if you the owner
Never realize what is before
Or behind you

It finds its way
and stables by your back
Watch out!
It says after piercing
Its hacksaw

To end in a slur like grimace of pain
It really takes the shape
Of the Lion

On ends the vision is an idea
Of calling the rays of deer
My lord, my lord to yourself
So when prayers were
in a rocked box
It sounds as if He is silent
Ending in a slur of death
Is the test results

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Sometimes we find ourselves in bad situations. We forget that the Lord is watching us, He is testing us if we are really His. This is not the time of getting offline from our heavenly father. He loves us so much, hence forth stand firm upon his name. Cling to the king of the world. The God of Israel, will always stand by our sides and wipe all our tears, specially at this time the world is facing these terrible situations. Let's stand together in prayers and ever lose hope for ever and ever.
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Paul Mwenelupembe

Paul Mwenelupembe

Queens Central Hospital, Blantyre, Malawi
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