Kenneth Maswabi Poems

This is not an academic discussion cut short
This is a pandemic excursion into our daily lives
The election of a humongous pathogen into the office of human affairs
The dissolution of a harmonious society
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On this beautiful day
Women are not only beautiful
But are also amazing, courageous and loving
From the dusty streets of developing countries
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Stay away from evil thoughts
Ever present in abundance
Always encroaching on your space
With their malicious intentions
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Bundles of innocent life
Human flesh as merchandise
Stacked together in cold metallic containers
Their roots uprooted by sharp cold hands
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Set your mood right
Switch off those annoying moods
Arrest them before they escape
Incarcerate them in the furthest corner of your mind
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Pacing through the corridors of mega churches
Searching for that defining moment
When his or her name will be called
Prophetically embalmed for success
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Hidden in a tiny cloud of existence
Away from the prying eyes of the cosmos
An oasis in the middle of nowhere
Life is a nursery of ideas
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(In loving memory of my mother)

Even though your life evaporated
When your age was tender
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Where do you come from?
Who sent you?
To dance on my lips
Hiding my emotions
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Pockets full of ego
Splashing the latest gadgets
Hanging out at the most luxurious clubs
With faces made of the latest make-up
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