Our Globe

This is our globe

where sanity is rare

and humility is madness

We were once told

to respect others here

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 that awaits

we who rejoice

while others are suffering

It is never too late

mending our ways

embracing the love king

This is our globe

where children perish

while parents mourn

Mere signs of hope

for every teardrop

every heart torn

Anger at most times

easily breaks apart

that which harmony bears

Fruit from our own vines

turned bitter sour 

by those who do not care.

© ISAAC RAMOSHIDI BOKABA #poetry

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