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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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Mutinyu

In the heart of a bustling town,  
Lived Mutinyu, wise and sound.  
He spoke of truth, he spoke of right,  
In a world where darkness often blights.

His words echoed loud, clear and strong,  
Defending women against the wrong.  
"For change," he said, "must come from within,  
Not dictated by the will of men."

He watched as society tried to mold,  
Women's lives, their stories untold.  
But Mutinyu stood firm and bold,  
Against the tide, his beliefs he'd uphold.

"Let them bloom in their own time," he cried,  
"Don't force the petals, let them decide.  
For a woman is more than what you see,  
She's a spirit wild, she's meant to be free."

So let Mutinyu's message ring,  
In every heart, let it sing.  
For women change when they want to,  
Not when a man commands, but when they choose.

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