Poetry.. Poem by Nobert Mathumo

I am the voice that speaks
In different tongues
Craft my word throw letters
Curl a new life with verses
I am the words of a poet

IFear no evil
For I can become the devil myself,
But I make every man even
Burry a poor man and a rich man in the same casket
Put white and black in the same basket

I my world all is equal
I make the law
Marry a cat to a rat
The meal of a poor man
The bill of a rich man

I am a story that has never been spoken
A seal that has never been broken
Silence! .......
listern to these words
There is a lot I still have to say


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Poetry is like being cout in the arms of curiousity
A journey through tonnels of thought
It is like the shadow of a tree
Your reflection on the mirror
and a flight to catch for your mind to be free
It is reality in absence of truth..