A PRAYER FOR THE DEAD (A POEM)
A PRAYER FOR THE DEAD (A POEM)
I sit and watch in an amazed uniform
Looking at those who use the pen
To inflict suffering on the masses
Dressed in flamboyant attires
Clad in lofty dresses
Sipping and ripping the flesh
Off the body of my people
The so-called political saviors
Our leaders of courage
Look at them
Living fat and big
Driving the most expensive cars
Living in the finest of mansions
But we Sit here in want
Eating of their unfulfilled promises
Chants of hope never ending
They feed us lies at their campaigns
They sell us with their words
I weep for my country, my life is a waste
Look at them, looking fresh and new
Skin more supple than that of an African goddess
Lips glittering like the flash on a crystal
We are tired of your lies
Your deception kills our ego
Your lies deface our morale
Are we all not equal?
What wrong did we commit?
Your doom is inevitable
Like the growth of a new plant
Our escape shall sprout
With anger and vexation, hasty
Our hands shall take hold of your throat
Our mouths shall curse your lineage
We shall shed your blood upon the altar
Like lambs for sacrifice, your extinction is near!
©copyright 2012 - Ubani Alexander Thandi
