Thabani Ray Ngwenya
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Poem "The Parched Land":
- published September 21, 2009
- viewed 12 times
Other poems by Thabani Ray Ngwenya:
»A Tour Of Africa«
»Barriers To Success«
»Call a spade a spade«
»Curiosity killed the cat«
»Discovery of Self«
»Fare thee well«
»He, the man«
»I believe«
»Identity Crisis«
»If..., would...?«
»Inspiration«
»Little Things Matter«
»Look out your window«
»Sand in my shoes«
»Shaken«
»The adolescent's mind«
»The diviner«
»The dreamer«
»The great poet«
»The two sisters«
»There goes my life«
»Wasted years«
»Young old man«
Visit Thabani Ray Ngwenya's profile page
Poem "The Parched Land":
- published September 21, 2009
- viewed 12 times
Other poems by Thabani Ray Ngwenya:
»A Tour Of Africa«»Barriers To Success«»Call a spade a spade«»Curiosity killed the cat«»Discovery of Self«»Fare thee well«»He, the man«»I believe«»Identity Crisis«»If..., would...?«»Inspiration«»Little Things Matter«»Look out your window«»Sand in my shoes«»Shaken«»The adolescent's mind«»The diviner«»The dreamer«»The great poet«»The two sisters«»There goes my life«»Wasted years«»Young old man«»The Parched Land«
Actually, it can never rain
For the heavens are upset
No man can appease the gods
So the consequences thereof
The parched land.
Drought connotes evil and death
The land is dry, not of rain really
But of morals and modesty
Of respect and forgiveness
Perhaps, that is why the land is parched.
Once the streams were deep and overflowing
Birds chirped merrily in the meadows
Everyone smiled ceaselessly
Because the rain never failed
The mind was at peace.
A parched land
A precarious tomorrow
Nothing to hope for
Good day for the hyenas and the vultures
Days no one looks forward to.
For the heavens are upset
No man can appease the gods
So the consequences thereof
The parched land.
Drought connotes evil and death
The land is dry, not of rain really
But of morals and modesty
Of respect and forgiveness
Perhaps, that is why the land is parched.
Once the streams were deep and overflowing
Birds chirped merrily in the meadows
Everyone smiled ceaselessly
Because the rain never failed
The mind was at peace.
A parched land
A precarious tomorrow
Nothing to hope for
Good day for the hyenas and the vultures
Days no one looks forward to.
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