Cork-Stopper Your Ears Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

When everything happens for every reason,
Push the corks into your ears and hear no
Wind, no woe, for the world is turning round
And round on the same dias.

You may like to open a little, as the wind
Settles down, and whisper to check if you
Can hear no wounds, for the world can kill the
Eardrums with the likes of what is talked
About in this changing world.

Don't cork-stopper too long, and miss the
Time to hear the bell ring for your last
Meal for it means hunger. Your end of the
Day has come with a bang.

The meanness that flies around in the name
Of the law shows we gave the gavel to the
Wrong judge, for his law is more in the mouth
Than in the statutes.