On the stairs
I inhaled myrhh
As I by-passed every case
With my joyed-heart & thoughts
About the sensation of frankincense
And how solemn it reigns
On the stairs
I witnessed the flaws of life
Traits of indifference:
Lanes of inefficiency
And the closed pages of history
On the stairs
I uttered silent pants
When my feet astounded to new paths
And I sighed for a relief
When the times became purulent
Rather than derogatory
I promised to soldier on
In this grim reality
On the stairs
I read entire metres
Of renowned poets
And spoken word artists
From all spectrums of life:
Who preached reality
With a non-fictional mechanism
I glimpsed the pages of the closed books
Whiled I tried to unravel the second notions
Of their texts
On the stairs
Sleepless nights:
I persevered to meet the freedom
Trains from Southern Rhodesia,
Zaire & the likes
When I saw traces of the struggles
We deemed requisite:
I rebuked my thoughts
As to the indignation & ingratitude
Songs we sing today
On the stairs
I began to cogitate
Metaphorically with immense zest
And the scenes we've trod
I vexed with impatience
To revive our deaden dreams,
Sow justice, walk the talk
On the stairs
I realised that the only difference
Between yesterday & tomorrow is today
And the obvious similarity between them
Is still, our crave for excellence
On the stairs
We begin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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