Peace
Coarse sand
Settles on skin
Like faux fur
On soft hands
Zephyr of dust
Pirouettes through the air
As mortars whistle in the distance
Absorbing the sounds of hunger and despair
Worms festering
In outstretched bellies
Care not for who owns whose land
In the fight for power and control
Victory parades
Surrender its grandeur
Amongst dead souls
If we should meet in another life
If we should meet in another life
The end of time shall begin
Sending the moon into a cardiac spin
Ocean`s lips shall kiss dry land
Growling, whilst feasting on its sand
The meeting of our glazed eyes
Shall plot the star`s demise
Leaves barely able to hold on to its meek stems
Desperately trying to protect earth’s gems
Such a union of hearts
Opens a portal to the apocalypse
Freeing the ominous night
Unleashing its darkness onto daylight
If we should meet in another life
Ancestors
I carry the burden of my tribe
Ancestors speak
People sing their praises
Dark moon rises
Innocence drowns in vapour
Ancestors a memory
Praises lost forever
The new norm pressed upon me
Suffocating-
I vow to lead the rebellion
Proudly carry the burden
And create my own choir
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Yoshira Marbel is from Africa and has been published in several magazines and Journals including botsotso, dark gothic resurrected magazine, decanto magazine, the poetry box, stellar showcase journal, tuck magazine.
