Questions Questioned Unanswered by Moffat Moyo (Zambia) PDF Print E-mail
Poetry
Saturday, 07 November 2009 16:28
Does meaning mean anythingWhen darkness walks barefootOn sharp stones in broad daylight?Do we ever consider our thoughts Thoughts to considerWhen the earth is troubledBy troubles and turmoils rule the sun?Who shall we turn toIf not wash off our bloodsWith our own tears?Do we ever realise the wooden wallsMay be hiding holesFor Robin Hoods yet unnamed?Have we ever questioned questions asked by teachersAs though they know not the answers?Rhetoric?Do you think success dressed in borrowed robesRobes shortly to be amputatedShall climb you the beanstalkTo get to beyond the clouds?Are times as these not gruesomely heavyPosthumous graduations?What shall our names beIf our functions own no actions?Do you still have my answers?(20/09/09.13:57)
 

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