The water breaks against the rock
In a ceaseless slapping motion
Sending splatters of white flying
And the ocean in anger foaming
Whether in day or in the night
The tireless ocean keeps to its task
Whether high or low tide
It never goes silent, not even once
Slyly, stealthily it drags
Pieces of rocks with its tide
Away to the god Poseidon
Onto one of his majestic castles
But when you watch it swell and ebb
You see it seething and writhing in pain
As it breaks against the rock
Who would know?
That in a few years it will still flow
But the rock will be no more
Shesus walks.
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Ubuntu:I am because we are.
PoesíaUbuntu is an ancient African word meaning "I am because we all are". The bookis a collection of poetry written by teenage African writer Shemei covering a wide range of topics. keep reading......
