Our thoughts are lame as we drink our future in wine
Whiles we walk on our dreams blindfolded,
Straight down the gutters like swine
And leaving our fats of worries unsolved,
Whiles we cursed the gods on our unfading troubles,
And the words of accusations we laid through libation,
Come let us pray till our griefs are read,
And the little answer we awaits on our story,
As our labor fruits waves bye to our baskets.
Hey it a new year eve,
And our dreams are unfolding
For all pictures painted in our thoughts drawn into reality,
Hey there the future lies in our hands,
Till we dig out the cassavas of joy
And harvest great smiles of our toils,
The gods promises were due but this is from the supreme,
The drumming sounds from various corners
Lightening our smiles on native faces,
In the middle of nowhere
@jcsonjenuis
We drink our future in wine! ! To dine with life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
NATIVE is obsolete, who are THE NATIVE FACES? ! OUR Smiles on NATIVE faces, very impolite line, this concluding line brings a very black shadow on the fascinating poem. SCHADE! say the German people
Congratulations with the Member Poem Of The Day. A thought-provoking poem, the last stanza needs to be altered, that line comes forth from a not clean vision, I cite the words here: Lightening our smiles on native faces, In the middle of nowhere
Good poem. Congratulations on POD. please have a look at my poem "A Road in the middle of nowhere "
Nicely expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful piece of poetry written with conviction. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
In Africa, we misplace priorities and plame the gods. We must take our destinies in our own hands. Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed we are in the middle of nowhere knowing the misfortunes of past and not knowing what next will happen! Congratulations for the selection of your poem as Member Poem of the Day, my friend!