Wake-Up Call - Poem by Meshack Sewe
Isn’t that a choked voice… from your silted tunnel?
How cramp and lifeless… is your power kernel!
Isn’t life ever a contrast…..as the shape of a funnel?
Stop now and fight….for your breathing channel!
Isn’t that a bright dream…you need to uncover?
How else will you fly…with wings under cover!
Isn’t life full of stars….so vibrant as Vancouver?
Stop now your slumber…..and learn to discover!
Isn’t that a worthy being…who deserves a weekend?
How else will you know…whom the gods recommend!
Isn’t life so boring…for you alone to spend?
Stop now your selfishness….for a moment with a friend!
Isn’t that a wilting future….watered by your tear?
How else will it bloom…..when it grows in fear!
Isn’t life filled with soil…..richly potent as beer?
Stop now your bathing with air….your future is this year!
Isn’t that your daily task……that rapes your ambition?
How else will things change….if complaint is your fashion!
Isn’t life full of choices…..to hunt with passion?
Stop now your circuses…..start looking for an option!
Isn’t that the word of God…. you kick with disbelief?
How else will you be free….and sigh with relief!
Isn’t life God’s gift...whether long or brief?
Stop now your satanic joy….they’ll bring you more grief!
Copyright © 2010 Meshack Sewe
(Trials & Hope.....hmmm....journey to personal reflections....and personal reconciliation...)
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