Treasure Island

Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

(27/02/1985 / Maun, Botswana)

What if? (pt.1)

What if there was no time?
would there still be necessary
to conform to time
when there is none?

what if there was no life?
would there still be death?
what if there was no death?
would there still be pain?

what if there was no darkness?
what if there was no light?
what if there was no day?
what if there was no night?

what if there was no love?
would there still be hatred?
what if there was no emotion?
would there still be regret?

what if there was no law?
would there still be police?
what if there was no war?
would there still be no peace?
what if there was no crime?
would there still be harmony?

what if there was nothing?
would there still be something?
what if there were no trees?
would there still be leaves?
would there still be,
the air we breathe?
what if there was no people?
would there be silence?
would there be a story to tell,
once seasons have fallen?


poem: 'what if? ' (pt.1)
book: 'google eyes'
year: april 2013
book no.4 of 2013

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013
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