Tafadzwa Jacha

Rookie (27 April 1993 / Bulawayo)

These Our Lives - Poem by Tafadzwa Jacha

These Our Lives,
We Are Not Proud Of Them,
But They Are Our Lives,
We Are Not Meant To Be Proud Of Them.
We Are Meant To Live Them;
If You Can Call This Gruesome Activity We
Are Engaged In Living.
We Can't Have What We Need,
We Need What We Can't Have.
In The End These Our Lives Are About Dreams,
Hopes, Wishes And Desires Of What We Can't
Dreams, Hopes And Wishes
Sustain The Poor, The Weak And The Opressed.
No Government Can Tax Us For Dreaming,
No Corporation Can Charge Us For Wishing,
No Penitentiary Can Incarcerate Our Desires.
Our Only Chance Of Being The Playwright Of Our
Own Lives.
So Every Morning We Have A Dream, A Wish, A
It Gives Us A Comforting Sense Of Purpose In Life.
We Can Say;
Behold Today I Venture Out To Enliven My Dream,
To Quench My Desire And Confront Destiny.
Dreams, Hope And Wishes Are Our Refuge They
Make The Ordeal Of Life Worthwhile.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2012

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