The wind by Mapitsane Maila

Mapitsane Maila | August 5th, 2009 | poetry | No Comments

Wind blowing from north to south
Sun becomes fearless of darkness
Love becomes mother of death
Hope becomes matter of time

Rivers flow in a wrong direction
Direction without love and hope
Direction without peace and justice
River of red blood without humour

You are unbreakable stone
Sun rises from west to east
Than rising from east to west
Happiness becomes miserable

The wind is blowing from low to high
No one can stop it unless the youth
They play with fire without water
They listen but they don’t understand

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