When Doves Cry Poem by Lundi Ncuthu

Sitting by that rock we used to gather
when we were children, to gather
All the beautiful memories of childhood
I wish to see you again, to tell you
That life is no longer what we were used to
Perhaps, show you the scars engraved
On my once beautiful face

Look through the western sky
You'll see my scars on those dark clouds
Witness my wails through the storms
Behold my sadness through the cracked
Winter lands, and naked trees
May you smile at them like the sun
Shining through days said to be dark
May you be the flowers in my garden
Though they may be dying
But they still dance through the breeze

We were said to live hapily
Remember how we wanted to grow
Now these prickles of adulthood
I can not bear, I wish to never have
Grown, life was said to be a crystal stair
a paved footpath under a galaxy of stars
Perhaps a holiday in Mauritius
Now I want to be five again

When we were children
We lived recklessly and adventurously
The consequences we're not this severe
Remember how beautifully mysterious
This world was? The stars had joy
Engraved on their shiny bright bodies
The sun was a warm blanket
And the rain was tender and smooth
It watered flowers to growth
Now it's a horrific flood that erodes
And wipes every beautiful memory