The Poor Man
Saturday Night
in the township of Zithobeni
the poor man
screaming again
beging for his life.
The poor man love
larking,but this time
he was attacked by hyenas
filled with anger and ego
to split blood
like vampires.
The poor man was assaulted verbally.
Through the window
I saw the whole
incident,the poor man
is lying in the
pool of blood
and,his flesh is
torn apart like
ripped jeans.
Copyright © Thabo Godfrey | Year Posted 2016
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