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UNSATISFIED SOUL


POEM BY: ALICK MUSHEKWA® *UNSATISFIED SOUL* You came on earth as a missed call; Your short life served as a comedy show Leaving those smiles deform into wrinkles of grievance When people were engrossed in your life; you couldn't let them watch you even more No solution can be carried out for your deliverance You leaving for unknown destination is a big downfall You are nobody rather unsatisfied soul! Simple a rope my be; yet its poison is painful than a bee sting The power of thoughts is what muscles don't understand Thoughts can never be built in a gym, but for muscles are built in the persistence of lifting the metals Failure to solve his problems is what has taken his life; leaving his wife behind to pay for rentals Dear brother you would have worked on your muscles in the brain to increase the thinking capacity💪 The Muscles he fed with aluminum metal never helped him to dodge the darkest cloud the heavens have ever hosted Fame his remains have achieved, yet his death is a solver to a lazy man who fails to put food on the table, eating while laughing is what characterises his funeral My sister has gone; leaving her children alone her death has saddened even her stomach; when life is enjoyable, her stomach still absorbing she varnishes in a speed of light She couldn't have done that to the innocent body; her future was brighter than snow Her death is still not real to me, leaving everyone on the stage stranded waiting for her to turn up in a show She never thought twice; if she did she would have killed that though with a mental knife Her veins closed up like engineers working on a tap; her words could not flow to cry like a rapper failing to rap She could see how life was exuding out her own carcass slowly Her body remained hanging like a cow put ups and down to loose its blood in a butcher She could not mind if she had shuttered her dreams for all she wanted was to erase the future Her face remained soft with innocent looks baked by a sunrise from east While her beauty vanished away living the empty body stranded like a forbidden beast The fear of being left out is what engulfs everyone; for the name may not be included in the list Pleasing her master could have put her in a good stead of passing a test Instead failure was following her path till she said her death certificate to be put to rest Her body felt the bruises of a rough death; her soul was filled with a gospel thirsty God is the creator of heaven and earth the giver and finisher of life What kills man is what saves another man in a similar world of different thoughts Nothing is worth living for when ugly problems strike unsatisfied soul You came on earth as a missed call; Your short life served as a comedy show Leaving those smiles deform into wrinkles of grievance When people were engrossed in your life; you couldn't let them watch you even more No solution can be carried out for your deliverance You leaving for unknown destination is a big downfall You are nobody rather unsatisfied soul! You heard the voice of your master; yet you granted him a death ear He said; thou shall not fear for I am with you Come to me all you who are heavy burdened For my yolk is easy Why do you keep running away from when things are good? Keeping yourself busy with riches For my son I gave to you; instead you give me back failure; you unsatisfied soul Your body on a tree tie; within a short moment you die; you unsatisfied soul Without acknowledging even the life I have given; you go ahead to hung yourself you unsatisfied soul The road you have taken is what you don't know; you are unsatisfied soul Why have you given up so easily; when Jesus Christ conquered death for you unsatisfied soul? Copyright reserved® ©2020
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I am simple like a bee but tough like its sting, Working smart is my priority in every system. Fear of man to work is what made him a poverty victim. I don't worry of what to do cause I have my own mechanism, No retire from my dreams, as my heart is full of enthusiasm. If you want to know more about me you can contact on; +260969125447 on WhatsApp, or email me on; [email protected]

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