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»I, Benevolent.«

by Sbulelo Sbonelo Mahlangu, October 9, 2018

…The earth still sees beauty in what kills it,
And those wicked priests, I pray for them!
There were others who cried the same tears,
Begged more from empty eyes…
The earth still sees beauty in what kills it.
‘Jump, jump!’
Their voices throbbed as the drums of war,
So grand a song exacerbating my sores.
Yet, the earth still sees beauty in what kills it.
‘Jump, jump!’
As I stood on the threshold of Fate’s door,
A rare event – tear wipes tear...
The earth may never understand
But these nightmares were never my dreams.
…The earth still sees beauty in what kills it.

Written: December 2017
Tags: Death

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