INSIDE LEPROSIS’ HOUSE

Tear, the purple peeling walls down
Inside it, pealing pale plays plow
Leprosis’ House is dry with confusion

Tears falling on red faces with frown
In the opera’s visor, sad smiles blow
The palate walls, sore with corrosion

Tiers told in squealing songs thrown
Neither lights, nor candles aglow
Tension boiling like a bad recession

Tired glass has but long unto sown
Curiosities’ eyes motionlessly slow
With none knocking the commotion

Tense spatters were felt in own
When the damsel sang in bellow
Love pealed the fairy coat’s potion

Blue, red beacons were then drawn
Whilst the remains were readily low
Inside Leprosis’ House no respiration

By Linda Sakazi Thwala