The Sword Or The Gun? Poem by Letter From My Mother's Womb

The sword or the gun?

Route to Prosperity seems impossible,
Route to Achieve seems impossible,
Route to Travel seems impossible,
Route to Interact seems impossible,
Route to Excellency seems impossible,
Route to Normalise seems impossible,
Route to Calculate seems impossible,
Route to Ensure seems impossible!

Read the third first letters downwards...
The pain may be unbearable,
It's outcome will bearable,
Be noble. It's all it takes.

The sword or the gun?
The word or the fun?
Rhyme or hymn?
Him or you?

Is it too much?
Is it a lot?
I've tied a knot,
Knot of you, close to my heart.

He too might have,
He too might have love,
He too might have love too,
Too, for you!

Fight in you, with you
Righteous before the world,
Guilty behind closed doors,
Reality turned fake!

Be keen, do not sin
As you've seen, lovely trees green
All's better like nothings ever been.
Here's my shoulder in ink, you can lean on me.

Confused and lost,
Suffered the most,
Hasn't had a chance to toast,
See the aim, some just boast.
Dear, be able to resist
If you want to have power to insist,
Learn about persistence and persist,
How they say, water resistant?

The sword or the gun?
Too much difficulty?
Unguarded safety?
Been somehow hefty?
That must have been healthy.
Instead ask,
Success or failure?
Do not give up.
Do not give in.

Keitumetse Mokhahlane
@2019