Truth Seeker
Adventurer
Yes...it is a little early, but with my schedule for the weekend, I will not have the time.
All that I ask, if you can, just add a poem or a saying to what has been started. Please, no side comments, snips or banter.
Thank You.
All that I ask, if you can, just add a poem or a saying to what has been started. Please, no side comments, snips or banter.
Thank You.
WE WILL LIVE AGAIN!
As the dust settle,
Residents of the nation,
Ever blessed country
Comb the carnage, and
Ransack the wreckage,
Picking up the pieces
Of their shredded lives,
And shattered dreams.
Once the land of honey/oil,
Now dried by greed.
Once a dear native land,
Now dogged by violence.
Where tribe and tongue
Though always differed,
Yet in brotherhood stood,
Now in hatred all severed.
Ashes of burnt houses,
Remnants of horror,
And lifeless bodies,
Litter the sordid streets
In pervaded desolation.
And so you expect,
A people pooped,
Worn out and withered.
But instead you find,
A people hopeful,
For in their eyes,
I see their future.
These besieged cities,
Will rise again.
And in this nation,
We will live again.
Oliver Mbamara
© 2002
As the dust settle,
Residents of the nation,
Ever blessed country
Comb the carnage, and
Ransack the wreckage,
Picking up the pieces
Of their shredded lives,
And shattered dreams.
Once the land of honey/oil,
Now dried by greed.
Once a dear native land,
Now dogged by violence.
Where tribe and tongue
Though always differed,
Yet in brotherhood stood,
Now in hatred all severed.
Ashes of burnt houses,
Remnants of horror,
And lifeless bodies,
Litter the sordid streets
In pervaded desolation.
And so you expect,
A people pooped,
Worn out and withered.
But instead you find,
A people hopeful,
For in their eyes,
I see their future.
These besieged cities,
Will rise again.
And in this nation,
We will live again.
Oliver Mbamara
© 2002
