We Can Change Poem by Masa MbathaOpasha

We Can Change

Rating: 4.5


We are lucky to pretend we’re free
To be allowed to think and feel, subsumed
By the dirty business of living, summoned
By the need to know that we can change!

Our confusion foretells the confusion to come
Tomorrow’s brothel’s today’s Mosque, forgive
My castle of solitude, the silly sublimation of race
And empty fulfillments but we can still change!
Random nomadic pleasures, shy migrant joys
Of travelling faces from place to place, useless
Supremacy of dying dust, fierce illusions of eternity…

Yes, we can still change the colors of our dreams.
Dashed, bumped, from stress to stress outpaced by fortune
We run to reach the grounds of our riches, smilingly hoping
The heavens will never be weary of light, passionately singing
The note-less melodies of namelessness but we can change…

We can change the thoughts we’ll never think, the habits to die,
Our conditioned imagination unable to fly, we can change
The miraculous music that we make, the lonely hillsides, our willful sorrow,
Souls lit within, beauty beyond telling, brightness beyond belief!

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Masa MbathaOpasha

Masa MbathaOpasha

Durban, Republic of South Africa
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