Poems to The World

She Is In Pain

A mother of many children  Strolling out there on that desiccated field She seems to be looking for a rock to hide The dissimilar claims of her offspring Send her out of her comfort zone She endeavors to gratify everyone Their need to be superior is so burly She loves and adores them evenly The light skinned thinks he’s enhanced The miniature complains about the plump The well-off criticizes the deprived The authoritative wants to slay the scrawny  She can’t direct or judge them any longer They are all administering their homes All of them forget her rules Nobody cares for his siblings Kindness and respect are forgotten Her children should be return To their mother's system soon Before the pain kills the old woman

Mulatwa Mosisa

   Book to buy

Someone is looking for a book store He calls himself a great reader He brags always as he’s a book lover

If he was a true reader How he walks by me faster? Why didn’t he picks me and looks at me closer?

I’m a book full of sorrow If he wants to cry until tomorrow I’m a book filled with mystery If he wants to read a detective story If he wants to smile or get angry I’m laughter and fury If he wants to be scared or tremble with fear I’m a wounded mother bear Why he wastes money and run to store His free book I am sitting here Throughout his days, staring at him He never read me, don’t listen to him

Mulatwa Mosisa

  Colors

I picked that pencil bag Which filled with crayons To give some beauty For my unfinished painting Of an old tree With many branches Stands in the middle of a field Covered by grass and Beautiful wild flowers Piles of dry leaves beneath it

I started coloring the trunk With dark brown, Some flowers with yellow, Many white flowers I colored their edges  With black crayon lightly, So that people can see The picture clearly...

I stared at the picture Before I finished it All the things on the picture Had roots in the soil They'd different shapes And different colors They came out of the earth They'll withered and will Lose colors and will be Part of the earth I asked myself : \"Why should I colour Them differently,  While they're same originally?\"

Mulatwa Mosisa