The Beauty And Ugliness Of It All Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

The rising and falling tides will usher in new seasons
The beauty of it is the new start a second chance to start over
With zeal we toil to make better our chances at a better life
Without knowledge like wind at the end of it life ends, the ugliness.

A wise soul will keep their finger on the torn page
Just like a book this life brings both beautiful and ugly chapters
At times in it we ask for the rain but won't dance in the mud
As the straights come, so shall we take it with the crooked, the ugliness.

The birth of a child, a new hope for the continuation of a legacy
A deep beauty seated in their eyes, on the same day the wail for a departed soul
In the village the bride and groom will dance in the beauty of the sun at noon
The certainty only lies in one thing the ultimate end of it all we call death, the ugliness

In love, we find beauty over all shortcomings that life may present under the shadow
The song in our hearts when we look ahead with hope to the horizon is a beauty
In the same the enemy stealthily creeps and sows hatred in the hearts of men for war
Sickness, disease, despair and hunger a lining on the same cloud, the ugliness.