Thrown, Thrown, Thrown... Poem by Mugano S. Paul

Never thought I’d be thrown into the fire
But I have been put in brimstone fire
Because of 'my' desire

Never thought I was strong
Until I was counted wrong
And thrown too long
Because my throwers think I belong
To them who live,
who move,
Away from the straight path,
To the crooked path.

If I had a pen, I could write
If I had a pencil, I could draw
If I had a chisel, I could carve
If I had a hammer, I could nail
If I had a drum, I could sing
If I had a word, I could speak

no tears...
no fears...