Why I Write

by Paul Gondwe   Jun 7, 2012


I shed tears for all that has
been lost,
the glory days that never seem
to come, the children sleeping
on empty stomachs

Motherless, fatherless, they roam
the streets confused,
in search of a safe haven but they
are met with stray bullets and war mongers

As young as 15, they are made
to be men, going to war with guns
taller than them while the young
girls pleasure men as old as 50

It is with my pen that i vow
to expose their evil ways and yet
they label me a traitor, tarnishing
my image with their hate and lies

I feel reborn, i feel anew,
struggling daily to make my home a
better place for my unborn sons and daughters

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  • 12 years ago

    by Savannah

    The emotion is very strong throught the poem. Its definitly one of my favorites. amazing job 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by L

    I left my vote of 5 before but I forgot the comment, I'm glad I know the reason why you write and even more that you know the reason why you write. I feel that by knowing then the poems turn out better.

    Edit: it adds a value to the words.( in my opinion)

  • 12 years ago

    by Yrem Crish

    I love the way you start your poem and the way you end it...simple but very touchy.

    ~I feel reborn, i feel anew,
    struggling daily to make my home a
    better place for my unborn sons and daughters

    I love how you write it. Very well written:))

  • 12 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    The children sleeping
    on empty stomachs

    ^This image here is heart wrenching. We see'it everyday of young children go hungry for days
    and no one is there to help!

    Motherless, fatherless, they roam
    the streets confused,
    in search of a safe haven but they
    are met with stray bullets and war mongers

    ^Its moments like this that children are
    vulnerable and people with bad intentions
    have a weak point to get hold of them. This
    stanza paints the pain and helplessness of a
    child.

    As young as 15, they are made
    to be men, going to war with guns
    taller than them while the young
    girls pleasure men as old as 50

    ^It just makes you think how the people in
    this world can be cruel to a child in unthinkable
    ways!

    I feel reborn, i feel anew,
    struggling daily to make my home a
    better place for my unborn sons and daughters

    ^A heart felt ending and I pray and hope that
    relief comes to all these children..nicely penned :)

  • 12 years ago

    by Steven Beesley

    So many thoughts and problems to think about. As a race have we progressed or regressed with time? Food for thought!

    Excellent thoughts transcribed to words.

    Excellent write!

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