My Nose Pressed Against The Window Of Our Times Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

I see and hear blasts,
Loud and clear with casts,
On legs yelling cries last,
Spoken of in a year going out.

Its tutelage telling us our
Ties are loose, for they are
Easily broken to where
We wonder if they ever were.

Our evenings seen on this
Window, open us up to cries,
In far away lands that make
Us ask why, the sun settled
For tomorrow, will still be
Another morrow of war.

I see my breath steam this
Window, of the new year with
Sighs, for the panacea we call
Prayer and well wishing, drips
With bloody helplessness, when
Put on flesh that is being torn,
By blasts that shake the earth,
And cause it to rumble like an
African thunderstorm, for it leaves
The lights blown out.

My nose feels the hardness
Of our hearts, and seeks the
Creations of our words.
Our words have seized the moment,
And torn it into a time of a pause.
Let us destroy what we did not
Build, and die fighting in the
Rubble, for all our talk ends
In ceasefires, that keep on
Being revoked.

Why did we make weapons,
That now oppress us with
Ceaseless war? This slavery
Of a fear of each other,
Is going to the future
With us. When will we
Lay down weapons and greet
Life, with the promise of
Creating and not destroying,
For this is the real question,
We need to ask soul to soul?

I move away from this window,
Into the darkness and feel
The ground under me, shaking
Telling me the world is moving,
Towards celestial healing;
Where all will one day laugh
At fissures we created, while
The earth was planning a real
Earthquake.