Poetry

T his seems a farce, We go, We come, And we come again. Sometimes it seems bitter, Other times, better, And this makes us stronger, But some weaker. Though it seems tougher, Yet we shine brighter, Because we've grown to be a fighter, And greater. In unity we find strength, In Jesus health, In sin death, In disunity bent. #hephzibah_speaks

It seems all gone, Lost is fun, Down goes the dawn, For hope seems lost. The waterpots are broken, Our children are taken, We all are forsaken, But we're in shackles. The shackles of religion, Shackles of government and institutions, Shackles of inventions, All to time we have lost the man we were. Some say 'hope' For me 'Nope' Nothing seems dope, And change has set in. The times have changed, My price has been paid, But I fade, Because we all are ignorant. Where, captives are free, Yet they can't see! The beggars ride free, While the sons walk! # break_free_its_time_for_change                             # hephzibah_speaks

It's good to be patient, Anger destroys a lot more than you Can create. # hephzibahspeaks

The sky is pregnant, And her sons ready to burst out, The land is barren, Thirsty for this heavy downpour. Time has rolled on, And the sky has refused To let go, The earth is famished, And every green plant has begun to wither. The time has come, To invoke the sky, To let go and release, Every of her potentials. We all are pregnant, The black man is heavily pregnant, With ideas, With innovations, And with resources. But our land is barren, Because, We have refused to bear our sons, The sky is dark, Because we still cling to what matters not, Because we still aren't ready to grow, Rise up and build up. # hephzibah_speaks