Cigarette Bud by Thabang Ngoma

Poetry Potion | October 3rd, 2014 | a poem a day challenge, poetry | No Comments


Curl me up a tree
Wrap me into a bundle
Light me up like a candle
The warmth of my joy
Kills the night you fear
Yes, it bothers me
How you take pleasure in my pain

We are paperless in this age
The pen is made useless on a page
This knowledge falls on deafness
Enlightenment ends in blindness
Scientists, powerless
Fear big business

Imagine the textbooks in the toilets
Education flushed down the drain
The empty classrooms
The air thick with ignorance
The stench of a mental disease
Written on the chalkboard, “REcyKiLL”

FAX me to your heart’s content
The pulp, I hope he gets a paper cut
I wept until my roots were uprooted
My leafless branches dried up and twisted
My timber became rooftops
At least cultivate artificial forests

Then my offspring would grow to see the light of day
Taller than the black clouds of smoke I couldn’t clear

Poet Bio

I’m an aspiring writer and enjoy reading and the challenge of composing and writing poetry. I enjoy reading encyclopeadia to broaden my scope of knowledge. I’m a sketch artist &long distance – runner.


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