Precious Mlambo


The Unseen Ear - Poem by Precious Mlambo

Many men of might stormed into her house one night
And this simple widow gave the greatest fight
But armed with guns and fury they won
And took her daughter and took her son
So she screamed at the top of her lungs so her neighbours would hear
But due to the fear of these brutal men they never came near
So she prayed to the unseen ear

She took her children's pictures into the street
And would ask anyone she would meet
If they had seen her bundles of joy
A little dark girl and a teenage boy
She approached everyone who could hear
But due to their fear of the patrolling soldiers they refused to let her near
So she prayed to the unseen ear

Years gone she begged by the side of the road
And asked if anyone would lift her load
Those who stopped gave her only a penny
It helped, though, to silence her belly
She begged from many man far and near
But some at her sight would disappear
So she prayed to the unseen ear

Now, next to her grave lies a man who died young
And on the other side is buried a young woman
After years of stories and lullabies unsung
She finally will sing to her children in heaven
It was bitter years that led her here
But it wasn't them that caught her tear
For that, she gives all glory to the unseen ear

My friend, there is an unseen ear
Who hears what man care not to hear
When all others disappear
He is a Brother Who sticks ever so near
For men will one day walk away
And care not what you have to say
But the unseen ear will always stay

So speak to the unseen Ear

Topic(s) of this poem: africa, children, death, god, loneliness, war, woman

Form: Free Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

an African widow loses her children to the war in the country- her son taken in to be a soldier in the corrupt army in his early teen years and the daughter taken in to be a sex slave. The woman is left all alone and eventually dies. But when she is buried, by God's divine arrangement, she is buried next to her children and they all meet finally in Heaven. She then gets to sing them lullabies and read them stories. What kept this woman sane all these years, was her conversations with the unseen Ear- God.

Comments about The Unseen Ear by Precious Mlambo

  • Kelly Kurt (7/31/2016 3:57:00 PM)


    A profound and well written piece, Precious. Thank you (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2016



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