They were staring at meA Poem by SipheleleA carman who lives in a society of riches, having no finance to start a business of his dreams but the people does have but unable to lend him as its hard to offer help. But he doesn't give up.
1. They
were staring at me
Time stands still for no man
It is of essence
It’s either you break it
Or you mend it
And create something
Out of nothing but pieces
The time is ticking
And the sun keeps on chasing the moon
Never mind autumn after summer
What about late night winter?
Where you feel warm in the cold
But you are not warm just your imagination
As the spring is about to approach the land
They were staring at me
Greeting me with warm love
Pretending to be cool but burning inside
The mind fighting with the body
As their thoughts are against their actions
It’s like their mind are being carried out
By what, I don’t know either
But what I see is the disgrace
People killing each other because of jealousy
Some losing their humanity through poverty
Because they don’t love themselves
But obsession and lust had carried them
They were just staring at me climbing the ladder
It was too much in my plate
I couldn’t even notice what
They have on their plate
I couldn’t notice their commitment
But what I saw in their table was nothing
There was no progress at all
Even they are my witness
They clap the land for fun
Failing to take ownership of their lives
Hoping that ignorance will solve the problems
But stacking and storing problems in a cool place
They were staring at me from corner to corner
Sometimes thinking they are my enemies
But wrong because of their kindness to me
They looked strong and lonely
Thinking if they find employment
They will sustain their lives
And better their families
But I was wrong Dear God
I was too damn wrong
Not to even see the anger written in their faces
As some people are not meant to reach the top
But to be the angels of God
What about the anger in their hearts?
Still their minds are opposite of their desires
And they decide to sit and cry
Sometimes setting themselves cheap to earn a living
And they are bold to exploitation and mental slavery
But they were staring at me with ignorant in the
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© 2013 SipheleleAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on November 7, 2013 Last Updated on November 7, 2013 AuthorSipheleleNewcastle, KwaZulu Natal, South AfricaAboutI am the leader of two art groups where I am the founder and the president of each group through my hard work. I am the poet and an actor from my own creations. I m da poet. more..Writing
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