Mang'eni Wycliffe Obwoya
The Blow, The Glow, - Poem by Mang'eni Wycliffe Obwoya
The blow, the glow,
Flashing on the surface flows,
– A drop on a mirror.
The smile I wear,
Smeared with the hurts inside my core,
– A goat’s smile
Time is young,
Life, a briefcase of thought,
– Hiding sad memories time brought.
Frown with confidence,
Ride and rhyme in happiness,
-Hymns to a grieving soul.
Songs, in grief heal,
Tunes from the hill fill,
-The crevice, time created.
Ask not, about the singing you hear,
For it might take what you most fear,
Just listen and sing along,
And forget, those who did wrong.
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