Lord, If You Don't Come Back Soon

Lord, if you don't come back soon,

I am afraid

That you will find them all stinking,

With no single soul to save.

Lord,

You will get them -

The rich grandfathers

Busy in new families

With their poor slaying granddaughters

As the new family mothers, to raise the expected new generation.

Lord,

Yes, I mean it,

Just peer through the clouds from above,

And you'll see them, the single mothers,

keeping each other's poor slaying sons as dolls,

Because your orders on marriage, no longer makes sense to them.

The men,

Left their homes after siring, Lord

Afraid of their responsibilities,

Thanks to the new insane inventions, they say,

"Samantha Bae," the new sex doll in town,

Is their remedy.

Lord,

I went to church,

To call unto you, seeking for our redemption,

But Lord, I fell sick.

I found Juliet wedding Harriet,

and next week of course,

The priest announced,

That it will be Jay and James

Lord, do you see these from heaven?

Do you think this is the human apocalypse?

Are you coming back for the few sane souls remaining?

I am afraid,

If you don't come back soon,

There will be no clean soul to save, Lord.

2018

Sadique Kwatsima

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When Love Slumbers

When Love Slumbers,

The nostalgic moments of glad grace

and the sad moments of bitter tears

All dry up with the rising of the sun

Layering into deep and inextricable memories

2018

Sadique Kwatsima

Photo by:
Suresh Kumar

I Saw Him Wreathe

I saw him wreathe

In deep unfathomable pain,

But as sweet as he could bear,

He maintained the bold smile.

Although his blackened hue

Remained mournful.

2018 

Sadique Kwatsima

Photo By: Sadique Kwatsima

The Whisk

At first I thought,
That this was going to be my bane,
When I was trapped in a raging cage,
And saw my heart mutilated.

Things can be so hard
In a lone raging cage,
And overwhelming emotions can burn deep to the soul,
No longer to be contained.

Locked up in pain,
A strong heart, however, cannot rupture.
But instead, the power within it,
Ruptured the lone raging cage!

Thus on this edge of life changing moment,
I live to tell a tale,
That I stepped out of the lone raging cage,
To taste the sweetness of love,
And pain was just a whisk to true love.

Sadique Kwatsima
@2017

The Inner Manifestation

 

 

Keep all memories safe in the heart,

Because sometimes,

We don't expect people to stay,

Nor remain the same.

Always remain strong,

Because sometimes,

There's no perfect solution,

Nor perfect timing in life; for some situations.

Just stay true to yourself,

Like the sunset,

Love yourself, love others,

Learn to forgive, always return and be there

After the storms.

But always remember what happened. 

Sadique Kwatsima

2017

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Take Time

When in perilous situations marked by darkness and despair,

God sees the truth, but waits,

Until we come to peace within our own isolation,

And lessen the horror and worry that has gripped our hearts.

In the midst of detachment and isolation,

Spending time laughing at the absurdity of events,

But inside, connecting with the alienation in the heart,

God sees the truth, but waits.

Everyone is illogical about life, death, guilt, and withheld love.

God sees the truth, but waits.

Until it is time for great things to happen,

That God unleashes His plan and blessing – great things take time.

©2017

Sadique Kwatsima

Tongues Fall Quiet

You do not make an eye contact with a thing,

A corpse.

Even though dead men don’t tell tales.

By a mad miracle,

Poverty assaults your ego,

And your heart and guts hung hooked.

Night comes black,

And breath deserts you,

Lifeless, a corpse, just a thing!

Tongues fall quiet,

When dead men finally meet.

But anyway, dead men don’t tell tales, they are all just the same.