Lost Sheep Poem by Ndina Kamaro Muofhe

To the found, you are
welcomed

Castles imagined, and on air
built but perished within the
passing breeze. Hay state was
born when the swarm of
passions flee. But tears of time
built stronger minds to sail its
fires. Causing the snoozing
flocks to retreat from their lost
courses

The table of self confrontation
served sufficient reasons for
their existence. As they feasted,
they began to appreciate their
immortal automatic resistence.
And through tribulations and
rejections, they maintained
their persistence. Hope told
them, victory is in the
juxtaposition

Step by step, heeling back the
skies as they enter the gates of
heaven, they discover that the
world's got no heathen. So, no
shame in being declared pagan.

Tunnels of dark doctrines they
set alight when they freed the
lost eye from the cages. From
the savagery route, they began
to breed many sages. And to a
poet, it was an honour when his
pen drizzles their stories on
these pages.

It's like a carousal held by a
father when his prodigal sons
returned home. And at ease,
was his heart that was
mourning sons who weren't
yet dead. His tears of joy were
salutations to the hands of time
that delivered them back
unharmed.

And so, they've returned
Humbly, they repented
On the brims of their voices,
they called
To lure many more away from
their lost courses
Teaching the to exalt their
identity - their essence

'Come! Come, let's celebrate' -
they sang
'The return of your siblings
from the wilderness