Poems from an unPoet


Black and white stripes on the zebras proud back

Protects him against the predators attack

How well these lines work together creating confusion

But for people of all colours this is an illusion

The lines have been drawn and the war we await


Black and white stripes on the roads that we walk

Each taking their turn as they ride while we talk

How well it is synchronised like a well oiled machine

But cogs are fragile and there is no one team

The lines have been drawn and the war we await


We rival as siblings then rival as nations

In history we learnt there’s no other way

Glad tidings will come if you show us your patience

But first a sacrifice and into the fray

A long way we’ve come and a long way to go


We’ve abolished ‘those’ laws and broken down walls

Scattered in pieces to remind us our past

Just like newborns we first have to crawl

To heal from this pain might be too vast

The history we make only we know


The Cubicle

To love you and to loathe you is all I can do

You’re comfort, my prison, I cannot just leave

To stay would mean a slow death to my soul

But first to overcome the fear of the unknown

These shackles and chains they glisten like gold

But they blind me from truth and the world unexplored

Strength I will find to break free from it all

In my cage I can sing but nobody hears

Doubt whispers but I’ll silence him once and for all

They will hold you back because of their fears

All I need is one step to start this journey of mine

To fly and to soar, to sail and to roar


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