I NEVER KNEW I HAD A SHADOW

I never knew, I had a shadow

Pushed away to be forgotten

In a space, that gives one draw

Its doors of earth stalled rotten

Like a mummy in an old land –

Nothing matters when it seals  

A man’s emotions are an Island

For no one cares how a man feels

Unless the show is in the money

The beginning, and the ending –

Of how his heart is defined phony

Eclipsed by the darkness pending  

I never knew it was there – dead

Dead, my heart to not take anew

For there is no honour in deed –

If you don’t show another manure 

Selling your soul right to the soil

I never knew, I had a shadow

For the doors of night were silent

Nothing heard, nothing moving

My nature always resigned to it

Knowing a man who fears the dark

Fears the road to his true self –

Like a face that fears an insular bark

A take it or leave it, choice to self

I never knew, I had a shadow

Pushed away to be forgotten

In a space, that gives one draw –

Until the light began to rise!

By Linda Sakazi Thwala

Linda Sakazi Twala

THE RHETORIC TO WAR

There is no price to war

That gives to man –

The kindness in the world

It is a shadow of death –

That takes away eclectic love

With  eyes of boom

No one knows pleasure from it  

It gives little angels penury –

Cuts free women’s sensual attitudes

The coins of war –

Leave men’s hands blotted

Minds filled with dreams of loot

Feeling the pain that is war –

In my veins – WAR

As deadly as skidding words

To disagree fundamentally

Does not mean - WAR

We should kill physically

The rhetoric shall paint –

An explosion of flawed desires

That destroys the shape of design

Dead bones through dead towns –

A plague to power in man’s minds

Pillars written in nonsensical pain

There is no price to war

That gives to man –

The kindness in the world

There is no winner, in its rhetoric

No Nation, No Peoples, No Peace  –

A mechanical word to erase races

Those who go into it – no honour

Sending verbose spears to butcher

Envy man in peaceful plateaus

World War I, II – it was War

Vietnam – it was War

Iraq – it was War

Afghanistan – it was War

African Tribal Wars – War

The War on Terror – it is War

Racism and caste division - War

It is War! It is War! It is War! –

Pillars written in nonsensical pain

By Linda Sakazi Thwala