Our globe

this is our globe
where sanity is rare and humility is madness
we once were told
to respect others and clean our own mess

phases we face
glittering black shoes to glitter until
all steps are made
shoot for the stars and shoot to kill

due pain awaits
we who rejoice while others are suffering
never too late
mending our ways embracing the love king

this is our globe
where children perish while parents mourn
mere signs of hope
every teardrop every heart torn

anger at most times
breaks apart what harmony bears
fruit from our vines
turned bitter sour by those who do not care.

© ISAAC RAMOSHIDI BOKABA