Siphiwe Nyirongo Poem by cliff kawerani

Strangely born in a creepy world
Ingratitude was the only air you breathed
Poison; of your awful life turned a spice
Having tears, the only water to your dry throat
I saw you with excruciating pain battle,
Weep, worry and wonder why
Every bit was but unbearable of you

Nonetheless spared was your heart
You wished it too was taken out
Indeed life meant nothing but hell.
Rivers will flow freely, storms will calm;
Out of misfortune, fortune will be born; so-
Never tire for the good is yet to come
God lives and lose no any bit of hope
Of your sufferings aware is he, soon will fix!