The Pain Of Their Pasts

ZiG, What You Won’t RiG
Ndaba Sibanda

They hummed hopeful hymns,

they had to as they saw a horizon,

their hearts hunted for a hopping hope.

 

Their choruses cried heartbreaking calls:

We’re the hurt souls seeking to overwhelm

and overturn the rain of pain of our pasts.

 

 

Background information

The poem is taken off the poet’s upcoming book titled Yummy Hymns, Clumsy Echoes

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