We were there, when the whistling of rifles blew And the hats of the old man into the sky they flew The cries were so awful Like the sting of a bee it was painful Yet they called for a ceasefire Some yelled for the guns to fire We were there
We were there, when the bullet pierced the flesh And the battlefield drained in blood abet In the same compass ran everyone Brave or cowardice it just had to be done With sweat they succumbed and died for….. Like it never was before We were there
We were there, when the country suffered And the citizens died like birds thundered All thirst peace All hungered ease But a few man had to stand warriors And rescue their people weary We were there.
Poet, Word Composer, Writer, Speaker, an All-round Activist.I love poetry for in thee I find solace and peace. I find a platform to express myself without limits and share courage without denial. I have published two books. My Quiet Place and Confiance; an anthology of poems and a novel respectively, which are already on sale. I will never stop writing because I have already started......
We who are born in our minuscule cradle in the cosmos see monsters. We see monsters in our cradle having been born with us. We see monsters coming at us from below. We see monsters in the great beyond. We
We know it’s hard to believe From what your earthly eyes can see. We know it’s difficult to accept Since you are deficient in sensory depth. We know you haven’t been sufficiently prepared To come to terms with what’s really