By Mr Onkabetse Selapisa Streets flooded by the stench of rotting carcasses, blood draped kitchen floors
The repercussions of man’s greed, the twisted creed, man’s flaws
A choice between death by famine or an unforgiving land mine
Is that the homage to the fore fathers?
Whilst some Listerine floss the unfortunate floss in blood
Echoes of a child howling in pain
A neighbour’s shame, roars of an angry mother
Equilibrating hisses of a forever drunk father
This realm has gone insane
The four horsemen must be mounting their horses
War cries of an innocent child blinded by the world’s cruelty
Such tender dreams vanquished so quickly extinguished
Innocence drowned in misery before the mere grasp of puberty
With facial muscles exploding from thirst, writhed weak smiles of poverty
Guns shoved their way, that’s the suckling of a child soldiers
Some learn to pull the grenade pin whilst toddlers
No time spent on their doodlers
The rosy just thumb sucks and updates their stack of news folders
Mothers wish to cry for their young but thirst took away the eyes’ water
A useless drunkard of a father violates his own daughter
And they say the four horsemen ride not
Whatever happened to the incorruptible minds?
Civil wars, tyrannical rulers, mad dealers twine that with a desperate rebel
Looking at that ensuing mayhem, you need not be political just logical
So hopefully this logical seduction works
Uproot that malignant corruption and ignorance
If you think you are having in bad day stop to think
Someone out there is cowering under a shower of bullets
Afraid to navigate the ground paved with land mines
Later on having to lie on a bed laced with dynamite
So take a moment to think….
Now play your role right