Treasure Island

Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

(08 December 1992 / KwaZulu Natal, Pinetown)

If poetry was a war


If poetry was a war
I should take my shield and spear
I should rise and fight without fear
I would want to die laughing so clear
I would rise again without tears
I would praise poetry as Shakespeare

Ruled by kings all leads the warriors
Run free to entry our victorious
Carrying knifes, swords and shields
Conversation starts by the smell of human blood
As it runs through earth as flood
A man groan but swords make noise,
As they approaches bones
The horse make noise as they loses their legs

But sooner it ends the silent
And breaks the secrets
Altogether praise in one word, begins of regrets
Sophisticated minds and make them mines
If actions was real better than words
If poetry would just act
The ignorant would just end in grave
All as it buried we just grieve

But only, if poetry was a war
I should take my shield and spear
I should rise and fight without fear
I would want to die laughing so clear
I would rise again without tears
I would praise poetry as Shakespeare

Submitted: Monday, May 05, 2014

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