SOUND OF PAIN: POEM
This poem was borne as a result of the many human oddities orchestrated by our so-called leaders who all appear religious but spend their lifetime duping, extorting and rendering others poor. Even the citizens lack the will and power †Φ lead a revolution as such, they have resigned †Φ fate. Like a faceless face, they have no future.
SOUND OF PAIN: POEM
A caricature of spoilt beans
A sword without a scabbard
A gun without a lock
There a scythe set straight upon a pole
Some had only their dirks and bludgeons
Or stakes pulled out of hedges
Born of hate
Its breathe exhumes wickedness
Roses have withered
In want lives thrive
Churned by desolation
In the house of calamity
Many have trusted
Betrayal rubs their back
In silence they laughed
Scared of its calamity
Fearful of its outcome
In death their bones rest
Full of deceit
Their survival is a myth
They've saluted in defeat
There, their carcasses dwell.
A piece of creative writing by
Ubani Alexander Thandi