Peace Says We Must Mend The Net Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Fishing in the deepest end,
we catch others and others
escape. We keep at it for
peace is a meal we all need.

We throw the net where the
most fish are and find that
the tear is bigger there.

Hearts are hurting and souls
are burning. The mending of
this net, this peace so elusive
is like catching the fish while
looking how big the hole in the
net is.

The hole is agape, spitting hurts,
and hurling them at us, the way this
wind splashes angry salty water at
everybody who tries to close the net.

Peace we love, hurt we throw back in
the water, only to find the world is
still ridden with what we thought we
were working at ending.

The fishermen know you never give up.
The next catch can surprise you.
You can win even after failing for years.
for peace gets made in the mending of
the net.