you would
dismantle life this way
and bear no burden?
the lone yellow pebble
bore witness to the
abduction that took place at midnight
the man was gagged
and bound
and led away as women wept
keep me out of this one
a bear needs
twenty seven square miles
of forest
to live
keep me out of this one
the woman cut the balls off
the man who raped her
keep me out of this one
♦photo – AFP/GETTY images, CNN -’putting the jab in hijab’♦
words move – evocative short poetry
wowowww
They say that Africans,
Will have to fight for a place on the bus,
So I am pulling out all the stops.
I am burning incense and,
Turning out closets,
-exorcising demons-
I am fumigating my life,
Throwing out old clothes and,
Trying to curry favour,
-surely children were not meant for the streets,
Nor nations meant for war-
I have found sack cloth and ash and,
I intend to,
Gouge flesh with home-made irons
Flagellate until I bleed sin,
All over the carpet.
There will be gnashing of teeth,
And great wailing,
-effort must be made-
I shall identify,
Church pews with nails and,
Kneel!
But the spotlight keeps missing me,
And I manage only to elicit,
Splendid chuckles from my nephew.
♦photo – 123rf.com♦
