Cold As Stone Poem by Alison Mujati

Cold as stone

Wishing for a hard pulp.
No feeling no sentiment.
Watch bondage and feel nothing.
It is up to the oppressor and how he feels.
That wouldn't touch me a bit
I would be unmoved.
All the same, what would I do?
I cannot stop oppression.
My sympathy will not help anyhow.
Maybe a heart of stone might do.


Let rain pour torrentially.
Let it be hail.
Or the coldness that comes with snow.
Pour over me in its capacity.
I swear nothing will torment me.
Never mind the soak it means nothing.
I have a cold heart.

It is a shame we are mistreated.
Whips come over bodies as punishment.
This human nature is something else,
Instead if suffering consequence, it gets used to pain.
The laceration from beats all over bruising,
All that you find from them is smiling face.
Their hearts are cold as stone.

Cold as stone I wish nerve to become.
To stand in the forefront and feel no nervousness.
Speaking every word from the heart for them to hear.
Hurt or hate who cares what! ?
Talk of their ill-will to care for the needy.
And speak of power which they abuse with no trembling legs.
Why should I worry with this immortality in me.
I am a true soldier of my world.
My existence is cold as stone.
Destined to end when the sun ceases to shine.