Our mother,
Who art on Earth.
They shall be done on your spherical corse,
What you permit to be done.
Welcoming silent frames, pale and cold.
To a home they've been striding over.
With the ignorance of what's good or bad.
The warmth of your embrace,
Your warm brown skin
And your heart on fire.
What is the point of it all?
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An insightful philosophical piece of poetry that poses an existential question, with a call for reevaluation of life. Lovely piece of poetry bristling with knowledge. Thanks for sharing Ndabenhle. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.