Poetry world

  Am sorry dear God, The thoughts that runs in my mind, Things and deeds I do in secrets, Why should I request your favours, Deep down my heart am sorry. I live Life from your mercies, Every day I promise to LOVE, Love my God Love from my inner me, Love all your creation Love from heart, Am always consoled by your promise of ever Loving me . Take control of my Life, Drive me where you wish, Make me meek, What my soul wants teach my body to adhere, God rule me now and after Life. Copyright ©  mukumbu munyasya  

It started in china, It started in Wuhan, It visited Italy, It visited the mighty land of the POTUS, It is here and it’s real. The smell of death is everywhere, I can feel the stench, so sharp, It never discriminate between the poor and the rich, Everyone is scared about this Corona, Mother earth is healing herself. When it visited Italy, Keeper of Italy issued a quarantine, The Italians thought its holiday time, See what has happened, death eating them badly, So as I write these, my conscience tells it real. Let mother Earth heal herself and also let humans live. Be a brother’s, sister’s keeper, stay clean and you will live! The Rich are afraid and shaken, The poor are crying, but all are equal, This shadow of death, just like a shadow knows no color white and black, The rich and the poor are crying, Brothers and sisters we need cleansing as much as we need sanitizers, The most high come down and empower the angels in long white over coats, Let them get the antidote and save us. C

  The Cane am talking about is a third eye, The third eye for the blind, It illuminates the path of blind, Forever it remains a silent helper, The White Cane is the third eye. The White Cane is power to the blind, The power of the Cane is unrivaled, It gives ability to walk around , The blind, don't feel shy about the Cane. The White Cane is the third eye. Walk around as those who have sight, Why not celebrate the White Cane, The Cane is a sign to the sighted, Don't feel pity for them give them way, White Cane is the third eye. The blind, remember James Biggs, This man out did blindness , This man gave birth to the White Cane, Aiming to avoid accidents was the Cause! White Cane is the third eye. Copyright ©  mukumbu munyasya

  MAMA Every time I wake up, its mama, Thank you for best gift ever, Gift of life, Many cry for years, to give the Gift, Few get the chance to give life, Thank you mama, thank you mama. A small fragile frail seed of life, It grew in your live box below your food belly, You told stories to me inside your womb, They thought you mama must be insane, Thank you mama, thank you mama. Finally I was brought to this space and met mama Earth, Where they call home, my first breath was met by a cry, Tears which will always come when mama is not around, Mama you did everything to me, always holding your plumpy bobs, Thank you mama, thank you mama. Mama I will always cherish you, But it was mama and Tata who made the seed , The seed which saw me grow to me, Earth, home has told me many lessons, The lesson of love planted by mama and papa is the best. Copyright ©  mukumbu munyasya  

I CAN'T BREATHE, MY HEART IS BLEEDING, THAT IS WHY AM SHOUTING, WHEN I SEE A HUMAN TAKE OUT LIFE OF ANOTHER, THAT'S WHY AM FARTING BECAUSE I CAN'T BREATH, IS YOUR SOUL COLOURED, WHY TAKE OTHER'S. I can't breathe, Because of my skin , why choke me with a knee, You did not choke my soul, my spirits will haunt you, You stand by the side to let him kill me, you FOOLS, I can't breathe, my spirits come down and haunt them! Am crying blood tears yes blood tears , can't breathe. Good people all over the planet let me Breathe, Not all people see color on me, see a soul, When on the wrong they care and I breathe, When making Love , your shadows have colour? When under sun ,moon your shadows have colour? We can all breathe, Live Life Loving all. Copyright ©  mukumbu munyasya  |

AFRICA All eyes look at her, All spears, arrows pointed at her, All fingers point at her, All what shows direction, Yes the explorers, they want to rape her. Your culture is very rich, Don’t spice your richness, Don’t put pepper in your soup, It will spoil the broth, Yes keep your culture to yourself. Don’t swallow vinegar, Don’t lose your virginity, Keep it for your husband, Your great grandmothers did, Yes your richness got retained. They came as preacher, explorers and inventors, They spoilt the minds of your sons, How horrible they raped her in face of you, Now the sons of her raping her, Yes she is crying you stop. Cry for preservation of culture, Cry of the oak, stop deforestation Cry of bribery, stop corruption, Cry of pollution, preserve your environment, Let’s all make it a better place to live. Copyright ©  mukumbu munyasya