Empty Poem by Suzawaka Phiri

There is no water in the lake or river.
And there's no liquid in the cup or jar.

There is neither light nor darkness.
And there's no sound from the drums.

There's no finish line at the end of the race.
And there is no mark made in this place.

There is no name left in this place.
And there is no food in the stomach.

It is as before God spoke the word.
And I have become a man says society
A man never cries, says society.

When I rest my head, nothing comes
When I close my eyes, I see no dreams.
How will I dance to music without sound?