Poems
- The sun will shine tomorrow
There are days when clouds rise
And swirling darkness fills the skies
When endless rivers water these eyes
There are days when hopes fade fast
And dreams wither like the tender grass
When the future is uncertain and we are haunted by the past
There are days when I hear the cry of the oppressed
And souls searching endlessly for rest
For love, for peace and happiness
I see laughing people everywhere
But they cry when no one hears
I hear the cries of broken hearts and broken homes
For life is a journey that we all walk alone
And sometimes it feels like no one cares
But then I hear Jesus say come I'll take your sorrow
Then I know the sun will shine tomorrow
There are days when we have to say goodbye
We sigh, we cry but nothing can fill the void when someone dies
How can broken hearts find their way
What can we do, What can we say
Heartbreak is the deepest pain
But every broken body part will heal again
For God promised us both days of sunshine and of rain
And so I know it will be fine there will be sunshine
Jesus said I took your place now let me take your sorrows
And then I know the sun will shine tomorrow
- Seon Lewis
- You are definitely not God
You can never understand
imagine
no labels will fit or match
no you are just not God
not even close
no one can predict
diagnose
legislate me
I can be accused of many things
but God sees and knows
and has recorded all deeds
Everyone wants
silence
Every one wants
peace
and No one is perturbed
if you have to stay forever on your knees
Maybe Frank Fanon had a point
Perhaps Malcolm X had the divide
but Martin Luther King died and one day so will you and I
It's not alright
that we will go
it will never be alright that you made so many suffer, hunger, deliberate deprivation
that is why you
preach a gospel of forgiveness
so you can continue to exploit
without calling for responsibility for those who offend
sufferers continue to cry
you play up the gospel music
no apology
for the two hour wait for a bus to come
old ladies still walking to church
Dear Pastor, it now your turn
- Helen-Ann Wilkinson
- Eventide
Cries of anguish
Utter confusion
Harmless agers
Desperation
Citizens crying
Eventide's on fire
Disaster now
The devil's desire
Invalids hopeless
Spared were few
Death could be seen
From all view
Charred remains of civilisation
Arsonist witness say
Mourning, distress, deceased and fear
Could be seen on that sad day
Cries of frustration
Souls deprived
Eventide disaster
Few survived
- Karl Salmon
- Nosocomial Infection to the Discharged
Hi...!
HA......I
Why I am not there ?
... you know I'm not ill ...
that's why I am not in hospital like you.
- Helen-Ann Wilkinson
- University person
Ah.....!
not even I
understand
my own eccentricities
so don't worry
you're
not so
pretty head ...
I AM A UNIVERSITY UNTO MYSELF
- Helen-Ann Wilkinson
- Express yourself!
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