How Fragile Is Life

How fragile is life
That shines so bright
Yet flutters like a butterfly’s wings in flight
So pleasant to the sight
Yet still so deft 
so light.

How fragile is life
That echoes aloud
Yet drifts beyond one’s touch 
like mists and clouds.

How fragile is life
More so than snow
Immeasurable weight so slight
Each flake, a thousand crystals bond as one
but gone before you know.

How fragile is life
A whisper only souls can hear
Its warmth - a candle’s glow draws near
Then fades amidst the morning-light
Before it disappears.

Let’s treat this fragile life with more revere
Neglect it not while it is here
In goodness let our hearts be steered
Away from ignorance and fears
For smiles and tears 
can mesh like glacial shards
newborn of shattered chandeliers.

Have You Ever?

by Mkuu Amani

You ever heard the sound of an half-end-ukka
as it hits the wall having just missed a scutter?
Seen a dog pack walking slow past the offie?
Had a snotty faced kiss from a mouth full of toffee?

 You ever had a real urge for 10 Number 6?
Adding cut banana to your cold Weetabix?
Sticky lips cos a dat Cow Foot Soup?
Finger by finger we ate Hoola Hoops.

You ever heard the sound of a fart on purpose
that made you feel calmed down instead of nervous?
Seen dogs shag til they get stuck together?
That's the kind of tug of war you definitely remember.

You ever seen a dead dog floating in the cut,
face down with the maggots chewing at its butt?
You ever been convinced that you'll never get solace
until you play true, dare, double dare, love, kiss or promise?

The Fallen Pride

by Mkuu Amani

The Lion stood before the Court, appeared not as a Lion should; past golden glory well maligned. Custodial life is Bad, not Good. "You realise why you're here today," the voice of justice spoke aloud. The Lion barely raised his head. No longer was he bold and proud. "I understand", the Lion spoke, "and yet I don't...", he whispered then recalling sunlit days he'd stood a King within the Lion's den. "You killed a calf...." the voice replied, "there was no need, you were not starved. What need to bear those awesome claws before the flesh through which you carved?" "It is my trait. I did not teach this to the world but born I was and it unfurled, passed on to me and so therefore my destiny."  " But there is choice and always room for sacrifice." justice replied and silence came upon the beast as he recalled his fallen pride.