By Edith Itaye
Not to let it pass that you know gods and goddesses
Not to trump love and breed war.
Isn’t the past gone along with its day and night?
Lift stars that fell and light your paths
Stand on hills to tell how they carry clay pots
Because they are not gods.
When they talk, breathe and gaze.
Edith Itaye is a 21 year old graduate from DMI-St John the Baptist University (Mangochi Campus). She currently stays in Lilongwe.