What we Could be....

I struggled to be

Because there are razor sharp blades

In place of tongue that tore words up

Words dried up and so we learnt to cry

Tears dried up and so we learnt to heave

Air dried up and we felt life ebb away

I struggled to be....

You have struggled to be

Because there are painful barbs

In place of tongue and so you shot these

Barbs wounded us so we learnt to cry

Blood overran tears so we learnt to moan

Stifled weak drained we felt us slip away

We ceased to be....

Because we chose razors and barbs

To replace gentleness to hurt each other

Sharing pain, our legacy we learnt to cry

Inflict suffering our choice we learnt to moan

We watched things and people slip by

Until nothing could be...

Sikiliza