Still Beautiful Songs To Be Sang Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

Even in the last chapter of the hymns, there is sync in the symphony
With the last kick of the dying horse, there is beauty in the struggle
Ask the marching infantry they know of ugliness in the triumph
We advance an inch closer to victory, but why isn't the glory of the win good enough?

The heart ponders and executes in secret, but the ends never justified the means
We toil and labor against time and tide, but at the end of it all the work still remains
Hoping to reach the pinnacle in a loud applause we run and soar but the peak rise as we do
Never an end to the toil and mark for completion to the race we run this earth as human

All the universe, weight cast on the back of the man that lived with a song in his heart
Never sang it loud in fear it wasn't a song good enough but listened keen to those sang
With the gift of time, might and purpose every man and woman shall leap out from the tune
The beautifulor ugly tune we put out to the universe and the way it made resonate with humanity