Brontide
The almost-hidden tears
Would open locks
We have laughter in our pains
And hopes below our roots.
The sky is pretty high
It was alluring that I dreamt to fly
To reach for the sky
And fall no further
It rained,
But the waters weren't enough.
They drained us
And that wasn't enough
With the candles of prayers
Burning deep in our hearts.
We no longer have a reason to cry about poverty.
We try,
Our hope, our change
Our globe, our chain.
We create a brontide
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Home Is Freedom (An African Poetry)
PoetryWe express poetry in various forms, yet always communicate its message distinctively, sometimes with a beat or without a rhyme. However, some of the most intensely expressive poetry is highly descriptive and uses language that creates images and fee...
