A KILLER IN A RAMPAGE

A killer in a rampage
That which takes away age
And lives humanity in rage

A killer in a rampage
A thug in the night
That flows in sexual melodies with a might
With a tongue that translate notions of love
White in the dark angels called, love

A killer in a rampage
A blood murderer in mirage
A bed swap swaying sheep
Like a tsotsi he steals and leap
Knocking on the door of a clean woman
Whose husband stolen by a he-man
A pair of poisonous serpents in lust
But how long will it last
Shape shifting they were lost
With a woman, who hangs her dirty laundry
For all to see, unwary
Whom their transgress erotic tales
Amputated without any tails
A scourge

A killer in a rampage
That which takes away age
And lives humanity in rage

This invincible veined rapist
Fed to unborn children’s stomach to digest
As womanizer in the wombs of prodigal ladies
Which their birth is a portrait
A portrait whose painter is infamous
For his spermatozoa paint is profanity

A killer in a rampage
A blood murderer in mirage

This killer is my pickpocket
A dictatorial home killer

That which robbed me
In the rat infested alley-way of Hillbrow
With a Nubian sister and my bro’
Her warm touch was a death sentence
Conjured by her virginal mourns with no license
My thirst of life stolen
In her ups and downs of her loin
She said: “Deeper”
And deeper, I went
Six-feet under, deeper, I went

“DISCLOSE! DISCLOSE! DISCLOSE!

A killer in a rampage
That which takes away age
And lives humanity in rage

Define this killer
Know this killer
Whose originality is faded
Leaving scientist deluded
However, funeral schemes loaded

“Who gave it to you?”

This scourge
A killer in a rampage

It is no prank
Their bodies are drunk
A blood murderer in mirage
That flows in sexual melodies with a might

I ask you my children
Where is Xolani Nkosi Johnson?
An undisputed soldier
A young friend
Innately muted
By this deaf silent beast
Where is Fana Khaba?
A radio personality
Khabzela we pronounced him
Where is Kente?
A brilliant play-write
Where is Makgaotho Mandela?
Where are your sister and your brother?
“Where are they?”

Their thirst of life taken
By this deaf silent beast
In Zion

A killer in a rampage
That which takes away age
And lives humanity in rage

By Linda Sakazi Thwala