My silence remains a book of romance
Temper with it and I give clearance
It's playing on the shores of a deep sea.
Certain deathly places you may never see
I'm the moon to darkness of the night
A sip of cool water to a dry throat
Keep me at leash like a dog
Touch not what I play father to on this earth
Alynn and Alyssa are precious
No gold or silver can buy their value on me
It's a line capital and bold lettered DO NOT CROSS sign.
Contravene and see hell coming live
I can munch the chain leash of my silence
Then come all hell and fire to destroy for reverence
No rain can stop me, no price
I become a provoked termite
My incisors can crush bones like predators'
Blood-shot eyes resemble a Dracula.
They cannot spare you while spitting fire
I snarl like a jaguar in their mistreatment
Their tears stir anger and an urge to fight for their joy.
I live for them
And so shall I stand up straight for their smile
You want peace with with me,
Stay out of my Children's torture.
Good poem. Yes please look after them well. Remind us though when they are if age we bring lobola by chicken bus across the Limpopo. Great poem Sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deluke Muwanigwa... the pleasure is all mine thanks