Aaron Mbubzi
Every day i shower it with praises
But it does not whisper a word back
Always thrusting my eyes
On it with admiration
Sometimes looking for solace
Sometimes for inspiration
Sometimes for history
Every day i shower it with praises
But it does not whisper a word back
A word that “you tried”
A word “you fought a good fight”
Rather, it silently sucks my compliments
I surrender my pride to its glamour
Yet it is a creation of my own
My very own handicraft by all means
Yes! I got me freedom, i said
Yes! I am my own living Martyr
But i lost in the shadows of my own inferioty
