The Spoken Word Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

The Spoken Word



In the beginning was the word,
Spoken word that gave life unto the universe
So today I speak to immortal souls that are in deep lust for flesh and gold
Ambitions to rise to hierarchies and riches they mould
But within a short time their bodies wither away like dry mould
Who then can speak life to this dead and dry bones?

The spoken word is deliberate, the broken world is un delighted
Harsh words full of ill motives have made us feel wrongly rubbed
Hunger, poverty and violence have made us un united
Cheese, bread and water, make sons rise against mothers
Fathers violate their daughters, the alter priests lose their focus
Images reflected on the mirror show no love and no mercies

This is not what words were meant for
So I decree with a proclamation, freedom to the captives and vaccines for the prone
The virus is spreading fast, even to the sheep in the fold
Many tales and myths have been told
But relentlessly our ears could not listen
The media, vogue, double xxl and of course the CNN
These things are un pronounced but perhaps that's why we got two ears
But still only a few can afford to pay attention.
THE SPOKEN WORD

In the beginning was the word,
Spoken word that gave life unto the universe
So today I speak to immortal souls that are in deep lust for flesh and gold
Ambitions to rise to hierarchies and riches they mould
But within a short time their bodies wither away like dry mould
Who then can speak life to this dead and dry bones?

The spoken word is deliberate, the broken world is un delighted
Harsh words full of ill motives have made us feel wrongly rubbed
Hunger, poverty and violence have made us un united
Cheese, bread and water, make sons rise against mothers
Fathers violate their daughters, the alter priests lose their focus
Images reflected on the mirror show no love and no mercies

This is not what words were meant for
So I decree with a proclamation, freedom to the captives and vaccines for the prone
The virus is spreading fast, even to the sheep in the fold
Many tales and myths have been told
But relentlessly our ears could not listen
The media, vogue, double xxl and of course the CNN
These things are un pronounced but perhaps that's why we got two ears
But still only a few can afford to pay attention.

Friday, February 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: beginning,spoken word
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