THE REVOLUTION OF MAN

The night shall bear
The revolution of man
With the heated four plays of nakedness
In red blankets of seething happiness
Their erect dreams a pandemic of ignorance
In the minds of orphans without no chance
Where the pot will rest empty in hunger
Slashing affected veins as a pang of a dagger
Childish eyes lost in a disorderly world, of a beggar
In climaxes of men and women contaminated
‘What about me, mama?”
“Daddy, whose going to play soccer with me?”

It marches in the night
Taking away from good relation
Placed in graves without no mention
Where they will tell of stress that killed him
And why she lost the weight that pleased him
In white gowns of clemency
Which others in lust did fancy
Compatriots looking down in shame
Knowing of the pain that did tame
For he spoke of his prospects in bars
And others went to steal, not to be behind bars
However took the death penalty of life
When his spouse was but deaf
“He is my husband and men have needs.”
But, who shall need her?

Rioting in the night
When the government did deny the conspiracy
That the beast was not called by the virus
Stern like a dog that jerk the shackle
In the struggle of all races
Red like the Ferrari that races
Revealing of dangers that faces us
In the ribbon that warns and alert us
“Take up arm citizens!”

The casualties lie in the night
When the enemy is but invisible
Rampaging in missiles of departure
Putting all in perils of torture
“Our weapon for now is the condom.”
“Condom female. Condom male. No compromise!”
And the revolution shall be won

By Linda Sakazi Thwala