SURVIVORS

Horrifying sounds of beating drums

Terrifying tunes of dirges

Fear-provoking songs of elegy

Wails of mothers; screams of children

Cowardice of those men that held us back

Merely with that deafening sound

In fear of the shot along we tagged

Into the unknown?

In chains of sorrow, metals of grief

Bubbles of sweat gathered on our brows

Tumbling down our faces

Salt effect stung our sore lips

Our hands scrawny, our nails broken

Fiery breath; bloodshot eyes

Heavy tongues; dusty red logs of hair

Shreds of rugs, skins scaly and flaking

Too many whips came with each fall

Too many hits came with each defiant look

We marched on in hope of independence

We trailed on in hope of freedom

The hope of reunion sparked our grimy cheeks

Our native soil was the deep away

In great culture we found our voices

In poetic ethnic mantra

Our god in sight perceiving our plight

Met by scorn, greeted by pity

And tormented by the lighter

We remained standing

The strength of one; conductor of strength to all

Arise Brother! Liberation lurks neigh

A LITTLE TOO LITTLE

Fusty bread, larva infested water

Threadbare clothes, I dreaded morning

For it spells rumbling of my Pot

With no antidote to reverse that body butchery virus

Days longer, hunger worsening

My brow, an inch longer with sunrise?

Medicals shooting, Penny weakening

Condition worsening, my death chariot riding closer

No strength to hold-up our destined union

Till he draws near planting

The kiss of death on my pale cheek

A pill could have delayed this rendezvous

I would call baobab my home, only I land down

Devils grass passing? I suffer its unending prick

Still the open remains my shelter

With crooks my entertainers

Rapists dancing in and out my skin

Robbers sharing my day old treasured bread

I hardly know this being they call love

They claim she remains compassionate

They say he is concerned

Be it her quality or his trait,

I know not! I never met either

This I know?

My chamber of food remains empty

My sugar level? Zilch?

Home remains my nightmarish

My voldemort, averting my rest

Chariot of death awaits me

My rider bids greetings arm stretched!

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