00:00 O'Clock
I was passing by
then I saw this hectic scene.
I saw three boys with sjamboks,
whipping,whipping,whipping this poor woman
until she bleeded blood.
Her blood was flowing like rivers in summer.
That blood
is the same blood that runs through my veins.
I wanted to finish a scene,
but my eyes didn't allow me to finish the scene.
I asked my self questions like;
'why are they beating her'
'what is she doing at this time in this cruel town'
'what is the problem'
I asked my self question,
that I don't have answers for.
But I hope,
if I've finished that scene,
I must be having answers now.
Copyright © Tokollo Kalake | Year Posted 2016
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