From the Shadows
From the shadows
The taste of bitterness lingers on tongues
Before it bathes them in anxieties
And they emerge stripped of mind,
Altering into mindless fiends
As hope drowns in the murky waters
They once come from.
Mothers cry sad songs
As sons and daughters were ripped from breasts
Forced into the lives their keepers know too well
And those resisting struggle for sustenance,
With legs open for a few pennies in pockets
To chase the hunger away.
As fathers flee like insects
Their young left in dustbins like rubbish
To propagate in the waste they were born to,
Falling astray becoming wild creatures
And gangs welcome them with a warm embrace
Taught to sling guns and knives until
They rest in small graves.
From the shadows they dwell
Trapped without hope.
Copyright © Ronny Madonsela | Year Posted 2013
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