A Poem by Monwabisi

My Brother's Voice

That voice, oh that voice!
Is it what I can remember?
Is it what I can recall?
But there was no voice,
yet the phone kept ringing.
Yes, it was my sibling.

Miracles really happen.
There was no voice, yet I heard.
I heard a whisper.
I heard a whisper.
The whisper said, "I am sick.
I am sick."

Sixteen hundred kilometers
away from home.
I was home and he was not.
Yet he only thought of home.
He has to be home.

Is it really him?
Or is he not him?
Is it my brother?
Or just an old man
who claims to be him?

Of course he is,
and he really is.
He knows me undoubtedly
He recalls everything undoubtedly.
But he's not his physique.
He is just his psyche.

Then there was news.
There was sad news.
He is no more.
He has just gone.
He has passed on.

When I was to mourn,
I got power to live on.
And now I declare,
I declare to all nations.
I declare to all creations.
Let's stand up and fight.
I declare war against
this dreadful creature
until it dies!
Until it dies.
Until it dies.