A Stroll Through The Graveyard Poem by MTHANDAZO SAMAL MKHWANANZI

A Stroll Through The Graveyard

I wandered through the graveyard's hallowed ground,
Where history's lessons whispered, all around.
A place of rest, where dreams and hopes reside,
Where potential presidents, leaders, and innovators abide.

Forget the wealth of nations, the riches of the earth,
This graveyard holds the treasures of human birth.
The ambitious, the driven, the ones who dared to dream,
Now lay at rest, their stories, a poignant theme.

A childhood friend lies here, with a promise unfulfilled,
A cure for AIDS, a dream that never stood still.
The graveyard's silence swallows, the voices of the past,
Leaving us with questions, and a future forecast.

What role are you playing, in this earthly stage?
Do you want to leave a mark, a footprint on the page?
Some have achieved greatness, played their part with pride,
While others, known as graveyard waste, left scars that won't subside.

Robbers, murderers, and those who brought despair,
Lie as waste, their legacy, a burden to share.
What history lessons have you learned, from this sacred place?
Are you doing right, by the world, and its human face?

I vow to leave footprints, countless and bold,
To make a difference, to leave a story to be told.
For in this graveyard, I've learned, that life is short and sweet,
And the impact we make, is the legacy we'll keep.

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