Is It…? - Poem by Andiswa Mvanyashe
Is it the tears of a hungry child?
Abused, neglected, beaten and bruised?
Is the cry of a woman watching her child die?
Are these the tears of a woman watching her husband leaving her for a man?
Is this an abused soul, lost hope and sad?
Is it life lived but not enjoyed?
Is it the cursed generation?
Rags torn crying
Ashes buried in a head of man
Flies having a party
World stinking with no air to breathe
Is it death prophesied?
Is it pain, anguish yet to come?
Is it the sign of the end times?
Is it what I see happening?
Mystery hidden in the heart of man
Tales never told, I will never tell
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