Journey of the Past - Part 1

It was a journey of the past

From which I was blinded apart

By the shackles of love and trust,

I had been squeezed into dusty ashes but dust

In a little corner of the circle, for the final cut

I was told had reached its rhetoric touch,

But little did I know yet the Senator was such

A persistent peasant for the protestant class,

I was just not kind enough to rebuke the past,

For warriors

Had walked naked without

Mercy to the victim. I had become

A silent murderer, a rebellious one,

A notorious kind yet serene but a broken heart,

And I now recognize that every man bears his burden in arms

Of a fallen hero. The horn

Had trumpeted from afar,

For when a wise man points to the full moon,

The fool

Looks

At the finger… but when the night comes,

Dreamers surround their purpose than social class,

They value their dreams before the new day, 

For the moment of understanding demands

A mind and thought so deeply thought before done,

It is the nature of circumstance, an inferential one,

It usually strikes before known or felt,

It becomes

A habit to the thinker – the seeker.

It is a human requisite…

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Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Ntema

The Voice of a Shadow: Life, Reality & Mental inspiration poetry anthology, 2017

“And I now cognize that every man

Bears his burden in arms

Of a fallen hero. The horn

Had trumpeted from afar,

For when a wise man points to the full moon,

The fool

Looks

At the finger… but when the night comes,

Dreamers surround their purpose…”

RESPECT iNTELLECTUAL PROPERTY RiGHTS OF THE CREATiVE BEiNG i AM.