Fiduciary Poets

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By Possenti Ndlovu


We are fiduciary poets,  

keepers of the trust,  

holding mirrors to the world—  

reflecting truths they fear to face,  

the terror etched in their own careers.  


We cradle broken words,  

guard fragile voices,  

hold the weight of silence,  

speak what others dare not name.  


In shadows and in light,  

we carry the legacy of stories—  

unseen, unspoken, unfurling  

like roots beneath cracked streets.  


We build one brick at a time,  

one verse, one breath, one truth—  

till walls crumble,  

and the world sees itself  

in our unblinking gaze.


(c) Possenti Ndlovu

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