Sober Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

SOBER
Sober up oh beautiful staggering soul,
Where is your determination for conquest and resolve for peace?
Have you lost your sight to the blurry vision of undetested malice?

Roll your dice, feed your hunger
wash your hands off the dirt from your past.
The clouds look up to you and your will for the safety of our
tomorrow. The bells ring in your head but you're still caught up in
your slumber, when will you depart from your ignorant ways.
Will you lend a deaf ear to the voice of reason that whispers gently?
Old soul sober up, raise your head and listen to the beautiful rhythm
of your long determination for freedom.
Let not your sorrow cut you off from your inheritance, old soul look
up for tomorrow brings yet new hope for prosperity and a future you
once dreamt of yet watched from a distance with fear.
You let greed, fear and malice steal your soberness,
now you walk on a dark part filled with guilt and resentment,
old soul your fight to salvage what's left is your only chance.

Your fist firm but your resolve still wavering, old soul sober up let
your will to fight come alive,
For the war within stands calling, the battle around sapping your
energy but in determination, your hope for soberness stands unfoiled.
Drink from this bottle of trust, self worthiness and love and your
fight will be half way conquered.

Old soul live and love, your laughter in just along your way so flown
no more, stretch your wing and sour beyond, old soul your beauty in
soberness stands.