GOLD TEARS
By Emmanuel Manjolo-(Lustre.RT)-Malawi
I pulled a breath deep from my dirty lungs
My heart chasing blood, breaking the stranded noise of my eyes
How could I realize that they were around the edges
A gashing down my cheek feeling was the sound of rare verses
That could not be stopped but to surprise the king's subjects
Gold tears spread in the air, flying like an eagle focusing on prey
Mongers feel themselves, strangers, being guilty of their dirty hands
Looking around, but no one could help them
A face-to-face challenge that no one must challenge
Being snorted, how could I stand up before the judge?
My vivid explanation demanding a punishment for my past acts
How would I realize that they were around the edges
A gashing down my cheek feeling was the sound of rare verses
That could not be stopped, but to surprise the king’s subjects
Gold tears spread in the air, flying like an eagle focusing on prey
I knew that was a mischievous act, but we enjoyed doing that
Sleeping out, ignoring karma inside the mansion
Drinking sour and breathing hot to others, in that I delighted
But where are my fellowships, are they too on a Titanic ship?
How would I tell them about the peace I retained by Grace?
Their lack of patience teaches me how to reason my patience
My shame vanished in the air, I could not know if theirs had.
Glad in my ignorance I was not torn among us, how would I appreciate this?
How could I realize that they were around the edges
A gashing down my cheek feeling was the sound of rare verses
That could not be stopped, but to surprise the king’s subjects
Gold tears spread in the air, flying like an eagle focusing on a prey
Author: Emmanuel Manjolo-(Lustre.RT)
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