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Song of the condemned

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It’s been years waiting

For the huge brute.

To do his only job

Of demonstrating his prowess

Amid women’s ululation.


“On your knees & keep your neck straight,” he would say.

In his hand a razor- sharp sword shall turn and twist.

My heart shall dance against chest.

Though fallible like me he holds my life

Or lack thereof in his hands.


A pitch- black cloth shall descend over my head

Preventing me from seeing

His cruelty.

But still I will see my way to Him.

I will see what they cannot see.


The man or is he a real man?

Will swing his sword once above my head

And once against my neck.

Yes, the long-awaited moment will have finally come

Turning the ground blood red.


Freedom comes in many ways.

I will strut Home and free.

Leaving them guilty

For they know they are no God

But sinners like me.




Author: siphos1

I was born sometimes in the early 1960's in a small town of Nquthu. This is where the Anglo-Zulu War of 1879 took place. I studied in Lesotho and South Africa. I realised my addiction to the written word very early in my life. As you may be aware I only took action not so long ago. This is how I claim this title: author, Poet, Speaker or should I say Blogger as well?

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