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Khayelihle Bhengu Poem
The Pirates Of Great Pacific
On the day that followed their departing
When they were forced to be aliens of the great deep
Wandered back and forth with nowhere to dwell
Hunger had caused them to astray to the world of the unknown
They chose to leave and be free of humans sneer
Life was tough, and marine came to their rescue
That there was no disposable bin for a child of man
They sail in rough seas even at night
Every current of life against them, fighting for survival
Against wind and stuffs that proved impatient for the child of man
In the world of unknown, the world of deep waters
They did not know that down will find them,
Still clinging in that breath of life
With no home to turn to, they had to make pacific theirs
And learn to sail against the storms and escape the jaws of great white
It was a life of terrible gamble to invade the world of underneath
They flip the coin with hope that destiny will guide them
While they wonder in that blue print of life
To them it was clear
that life is like Great Pacific
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Take your time
Take your time a moment in life
To live not, but in your expectation
Travel down the road, and up the stream
Who said that beauty is the one far?
Count every block that you pass
And take time to see the rising sun and the moon.
Take time it may be the only one have
Be at best phase with yourself, don’t hold grudges
Or wonder about yesterday, no worry about today
Just be yourself, and leave the rest be.
Pamper yourself a little but forget not
What is like to endure in poverty, to live with a disease?
Take time to learn others suffering, take time to show compassion
Take time and reflect everything to yourself, and ask
What will it be for me, if I was the one lying there?
Take your time; take time it may be all that you have
Copyright © Khayelihle Bhengu | Year Posted 2014
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The world’s dark pandemic
A Pure blood, a mixed blood or a half blood
East, west, south and north there is no difference
Rich or poor, what matters it’s that inside the one’s heart
Never blow your own horn, nor laugh at one’s fall
Neither inflict a wound twice, nor judge what you not sure of
Prejudice it’s a virus that kills
A weapon that destroyed many lives
Like a hungry fire in the dessert, it burns all hope, to plant hostility
And Spirit of avenges to harbors in the young minds
Love is no more; a person is mistaken for a prey.
If we harbor hate, we will reap despair.
Hone them whilst still young
Love them whilst they still care.
Victory is still ours, if we fight
We can still stop this pandemic
Of hate
Copyright © Khayelihle Bhengu | Year Posted 2014
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