He Sang Words From A Dying Womb Poem by Sicelo Sithole

I saw a young boy sailing in my dreams, to the world he never dreamt of in his whole life
His hands full of scars, his eyes holding the view of cold memory and a single thought of all the strife
He sang words from a dying womb, with two lines full of the melody of bitter history and solemn pain
His tears brought all fear to my world watching in truth, of the hearts that suffer because of my own slay
He sang words from a dying womb, with his knees swollen of prayers he made in vain
I hold his tears and hopes in this dying womb…I pray he sails freely from this world full of lies and dismay