In Here - Poem by victor onyango
I just sit to listen to myself
Then i realize there is nothing to listen to
I open my eyes so wide
But there is no much to see
Then i notice something is missing
The belief-enthusiasm-and hope
Am puzzled and i ask the question
Where is my belief?
Where is hope hiding?
Then i remember from where it all lies
Its in here
Within ourselves lies hope
In our hearts an esoteric humane
The tomorrow we seek is in us
Seeds of greatness sowed in our being
Waiting for us to unbridle
A fire that waits to be ignited.
What are you going to do?
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