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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Kwa-Bulo

In Kwa-Bulo's humble village, whispers rise,
A tale unfolds, a caution in disguise.
As sugarcane's sweetness tempts each soul,
They learn, alas, the bitter toll.

In mirthful moments, sugared delight,
A fleeting joy that masks the plight.
Once sweetness dances on eager tongues,
Beneath the surface, a discordant song.

The sugar's kick, a deceptive thrill,
Unleashing chaos, an unsettling chill.
Euphoria fades, reality dawns,
In sugared haze, sanity yawns.

Fields once vibrant, now shadows cast,
As sweetness wanes, troubles amass.
The village learns, a poignant truth,
That sweetness, unchecked, steals their youth.

Bittersweet lessons etched in their eyes,
In Kwa-Bulo, where illusions disguise.
As sugar's transient solace unfurls,
They grasp the truth: sweetness sways, then swirls.

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