Humans are not places to die
Yet many are times we lose our breaths
In the arms of the ones we cherish
Let summer rains fall on behalf of tears
You have shed many in the mourning
Daybreak is a new day
Drought is thirsty,
Shed not another teardrop
Call on the moon to heal you anew
Gods do not waste tears
Rain only falls when it is summoned by the earth.
Author of My Broken Azania(poetry anthology) and Psych Ward blues(an autobiographical novella)