To those in pain
Tears from that face will forever fall
But not shall they reach that ground,
Nor turn the dry lands into Eden for all,
For that infliction will strike for more and never turn around
Though life may turn you in to a soccer ball
Banging you into its own direction and leave you to die from its pound.
That salty water would never result in to a spell
To fleet to hell that trouble or rebound.
You shall cry but later move on
Release that anger in liquid and receive that ego in spirit
Be what u set out to be, even if it cost you tears
OH! Poor tears, you slave to pain, I saw you when I was born
You are poisonous to our body and soul thus we let you split
And later we heal, while we thank you by just whipping our eyes
poem by Mishack Mchunu
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