Swallowed Stream Poem by Ndina Kamaro Muofhe

Volumes of tears spoke
The aftermath provided gowns for fear
Who then shall this veil tears
The downed prayed for a stretched hand
Lofty men's ill talks barricaded ways for the reared
Sing, we sing anthems of ego's exalt
Grounds in cracks remain unresolved
Sermons of pain freed those with relations
Like rays of Sun kissing chosen skins
Can the might of life be defined by titles
Why do, even preachers prefer those with such
That is life, a trick given to a mortal

By roads,
The meeting is between sages bonded in wage gauge
The collision exerted a cloud blacker than coals
Results left grounds in frowns
As we continue to battle for mirageous thrones
In search for glitter
To illuminate the lusty rusty souls
Who is to judge another man's pain
Maybe, a man who fears to talk about his
Then, pressure falls to let egos scream
Knocked by words meant for moons
But they hit home in such not a target
There must be a bigger hole that needed a fill up
Judging by how it sucked the passing streams