In The City Of An Old Coin Poem by Andiswa Mvanyashe

In the city of an old coin

Where owls sleep

Dogs don't bark

Lights speak

Silence an object

Screams no more

Sky a cover

Eyes looking

Mouth shut

The spirit hovering

Above the waters where people can see

Above the air a man can't breath

Above the roof a bright light stands

In the city of an old coin things will change

Grass will be greener

Peace will cover

love will live

only in the eyes filled with hope

The eyes that will never give up