Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini
This Is The Poem Without Words - Poem by Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini
I wish I can show you some pictures,
play for you some film but it is impossible.
It was seen by the man in the streets.
He wake up in the morning all the time
Without any plans for tomorrow.
He sleeps with questions
and wake up with multiplied questions.
No one ask him something,
nobody to talk to, nobody to cry to.
That what he get is to being chased
when he try to sleep…that of yesterday sleepless,
In that free space no places for the man like him,
although it became a sleepless…
He wishes to wake up dead…
Everybody thought that he is a mad man
No one next to him it seems as if he is harmful.
In his history he was a good man having
a good job till he Loose it all even
His women left him
He is abandon by the world
through the world.
He is asking for freedom
while we are enjoying it
He is asking for surrender
while the life is against him.
He eats in that bin your left overs…
I wish I am a screen player
so that you can be able to see that
This is the poem without words
It will be better to you to see it
heard it with your ears
It happen in this world even if you are
but those who have money already
They will make themselves richer more using you
You pay for your talent to be discovered
This man is amen without wife...
This man is a men without life...
He survive waiting for the day
of the call from God to end it all
All what is in his mind and his heart,
All said stories will perished
and no more suffer from soul to body
It hard to predict his future
I don't know how to explain this,
to describe this
To tell this anymore.
This is the poem without words.
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