THE HUMAN AND EYES OF A CALABASH
I am a human, with eyes of a calabash,
And these eyes have survived times of the
past
In rains and shadows of the dust.
This calabash from seeds planted
In ploughing fields of our forefathers and
ancestors.
This calabash has eyes of a human like
Kings and queens in seasons of their time.
I’m the calabash in percussions and
seduction of sounds
And echoes of the night in the jungle.
I’m the eyes of this calabash and these
eyes
Have seen pain and tears of the afflicted.
These eyes have witnessed petitions and
perceptions
Of victims often rejected and abused by the
system.
These eyes have seen dozens in coffins,
Graveyards and brave hearts in
circumstances of life behind broken
Families and violence against humans by
humans
Has become headlines and tabloids,
paranoid.
Paragraphs and sentences have senseless
hearted souls
Seduced by hopeless tongues when the night
finally comes.
And I’m human.
But I’m not an eagle, for eagles fly
Higher than wings could fly above skies of
the blue skies.
And
this calabash is you my brethren.
The human, and time is our own desire.
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Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Ntema
THE VOICE
OF A SHADOW POETRY ANTHOLOGY
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