The Coming Poem by Rutendo Nyenyesai
The Coming
A sad generation with Happy faces.
Cursed they say,
Blessed they say
Misery served chilled with bitterness in the morning
Juggling the day with lost Hope
Sacrifices are made,
Dreams are shattered,
Happiness is forged
Peace is forced
For What?
Her?
Will She ever come,
will she ever embrace us with the same warm love we give Her.
Will She ever be The Coming we have been long waiting for!
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