Kim Van Breda Poet Bio

Smash and Grab

SMASH AND GRAB

traffic light red
car stops dead
alert eyes dart 
surrounded by dark
panic imposed
she knows
the fear real
and near
that crowbar
window smash

loaded weapon
held to head
attacked she
smells his trashed
ambivalence 
dealt her way
hand of fate
grabs the keys
ignoring her
pleas

he doesn’t feel
or give a damn
pavement flung
she lands cold
with terror as
all she hears
are her infants
tears strapped
trapped in the
 back

while….
he screeches his hate
with the exhausted
fumes of a child
displaced

(Your average day in South Africa)


© Kim van Breda—21 October 2015

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Eric Boddie October 22, 2015 at 3:20 PM these words make me weep....as they remind me of 'waist deep'....no one knows when their car will be jacked....but we all Pray that the child is not in the back....because the car can easily be replaced....but how can you substitute for the smile on the child's face....great write kim....;) Kim Van Breda October 25, 2015 at 6:40 PM Thanks Eric... makes me weep too. Life has become so cheap in the beautiful country of South Africa. The government is disgustingly corrupt and the population are generally falling in line with that... like dog eat dog.