We have come to mourn, Many, like the teeth of corn, We have been apart torn, Coming here this morn. In clothes never worn, We have come to mourn. In colors of the rainbow, Our culture is no more T…
Source: The Funeral
Month: July 2017
The Funeral
We have come to mourn,
Many, like the teeth of corn,
We have been apart torn,
Coming here this morn.
In clothes never worn,
We have come to mourn.
In colors of the rainbow,
Our culture is no more
Traditions are a bore
And longer at the core.
Rainbow is the new black,
Laughter to bid farewell.
I have come to mourn
Unlike you who choose
To seek one to moan
After a funeral celebration
For a life well lived.
Though we cared not when you sought us
Yet to bid au revoir,
We are here.
Dirges are played
Few tears water the earth
Merriment for a new beginning
Footsteps pound the earth
Unto each his own
Unto each their story.
One day it said
We will meet again.
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Changing Minds
Swift she blows
On a very high low
Too humid this season
It is spring or rainy season
The wind
Very confusing.
Dry grass bringing forth
Green grass gasping for breadth
Leaves born anew
Roots gnarled firmly askew
Earth static yet still wealthy
Man confused and not healthy.
That is the power of the mind
Unless we uproot that set
Setbacks will be the norm
That will be set
Forever
Need to change minds
Only for the better
Not for the matter
I am only a messenger.
I have come to deliver.
©072015 KwasiNtemMensah
#SilentNoises ~knm 