"PEACE"

Clouds shift. A fluorescent void pierces the horizon

Cosmos undressed. A door frame of flames, stars adrift

Invisible force uplifts ozone and the hidden layers

A lucent fabric of the sky-less space reveals heaven secrets;

What seems like the sun appears

Others believed, but others said it’s a myth

A divine scam, He will not return, death is nothing else

But the absence of presence, he also was human, now absent

Blooming from the cold soil; a thick smoke of astonishment

Awe-inspiring sudden developments, nourishment of surprises

The earth shakes, empty space quakes

All dressed in white; who are they?

Armed with mysterious weapons on their hands

What are they?

Others holding active lightning;

Storms that eradicated the first earth

Others with tornadoes in their pockets

Hurricane Catharina and her single breasted sisters

The tall ones had many world wars

Clinched in their gigantic fists

Their little girls had hunger and drought

Sawn as ornaments to their short skirts

Short however equivalent to two centuries in this dimension

Their four eyed and three headed children

Playing touch with chronic diseases

An elderly female with reflections of a full decade eclipse in her one eye

If she blinks, the sun will go crescent for ten years

Her arms swinging, oblivion glittering in her hands;

A basket full of used hearts and a fluid of lethal thoughts

And other mass destruction herbs

Others had nightmares tattooed on their eyeballs  

Dreams handing on their necks, glowing as sunset

It is believed that if those dreams touch your head

You will never find your way back to this reality

They are the seeds of madness!

Ferociously walking towards me; they march

With a meticulous order, parallel universes are skew

The first row: Over two hundred years experienced wizards

The second: Retired angels, now knotted their halos around their tongues 

Afraid that they might reveal heaven’s weaknesses to us

They are followed by gods that were never spoken of

And whose stories were never published in all the mythologies

They levitated before women with barren stomachs

But with the possibility of begetting dinosaurs with human ears, if they try

Many indescribable and too awful for words, beings followed  

With details not even time can withstand to hear

Enveloped in fear, I asked “All dressed in white, who are you?”

“Are you here to destroy earth? Are you here to kill my mother and my unborn daughter?”

“Please Sir; tell them to take me instead”

My hopelessness and fear are not a good team

So ridiculously, I asked one of them

“Please sir!”

With eyes the size of the moon, he looked at me

I tried decoding symbols of mercy in his eyes, but none

A colossal voice that echoed in the walls of a hundred years from now

And in the past, escaped his mouth;

In a rough accent sounding like a fusion of the devil and language

“Kid you’re not special, and so is matter.

You terrestrials think you’re special don’t you?”

The voice drawn back to his metallic lungs

Silence and all birds are dead

“Sir are you here to destroy or help us?”

“Look kid, what’s your name?”

“Kagiso” said with inferiority and fear

“What’s that?”

“Kagiso; it is to say Peace...Sir”

“Precisely!” He exclaimed

“You see kid, oh Peace. This world needs you...”

Before he could even continue

I jumped into his mouth and said;

“I’m a boy. A wretch! I have nothing! The smart kids don’t know me”

“You’re a Poet, Peace, are you not?”

“...well, yes Sir I am”

“Precisely!”

“But Sir...”

“Peace gather your brothers and sisters

Go clean up the mess, see what you are and BE!”

“Sir, my brother is only 16 and my sister is just too little”

“No Peace, those are the same products from the same factory as you.

I mean the Poets, tell them to do their job, you guys need to work.

Listen, water is liquid! And it never hesitates or doubts that!

All things end and that’s a fact. Sugar never denies to be sweets,

The sun is up the sky every single day, no night is without stars, never mind the overcast

If you’re a dancer you must dance! If you’re singer you have no other purpose now sing!

If you’re an actor go ahead and act! Play, play everyone even yourself just play!

Teachers should teach! Preachers should preach!

Writers have no other mission on this earth but just that! Go ahead and write!

Write yourself into a new world and back to this one!

Write! Till all the wrongs of this reality get write! Go on and write!

Poets please recite! That’s your only purpose in this life,

Abandon your tongues, weave dreams, speak magic, please recite!

Recite till language dies, recite till your voice breaks and pick up the pieces to create existence anew!

Please recite! Recite to the wind! Recite to the dishes! Recite to your imperfect reflection on the mirror till it cracks, opens crevices on your glass skin and recite your soul to the atmosphere

Recite! Write! Recite to your mother. Poet please recites to your deaf uncle; don’t stop till his numb foot starts tapping! His ears should turn red and start making sense of your passion, recite!

See what you are and be, Go and be, Peace.”

“THE WORLD NEEDS POETRY NOW MORE THAN EVER...PEACE!”