inspiration coming back

i regained inspiration today. feels good; i have been blocked for too long. hope this echoes new and better writing days to come.

disappointed

i lost some of my very important poems, it is like part of me is missing. i am very dispointed.

poem

THE TIME (Zimbabwe) Misdeeds abounding, All mixed and mixed; Dead men, dying women, Hungry kids, skinny babes. The tyrant in power, All mixed and mixed; Red blood, white blood, Thin flesh, limp bones. And We who live wait and wait While poverty renders us madmen. fonyuyson

gaza

As the war in Gaza continues and the protests against isreal mount; I would want to recommend that the chosen poeple of God should act in proportion to the opposition, by trying hard to eliminate the enemy, the enemy is certain to fight back for survival, thereby making situations worse for the innocent civilian.

Poem for, my beuatiful niece; ANGEL

ANGEL True to your name you are; Contemplating beyond our souls Not judging, elevating us to what We are; better men before your eyes. True to your being you are; Guided by divine breath, seeking Solely to expire your lungs so that We too could believe in the good life. True to your father you are; Him dispatching you, feeble limbs, Tiny hands, caressing our cheeks Reassuring of His never ending love. fonyuyson