Wells and Jewels
WELLS AND JEWELS
In the unforgiving scuffle to survive survival
We find ourselves, devils to our rivals
On and on, so goes the story
But nobody knows when the hero falls
The reign of saints made a fable
By monsters breaking free of their shackles
Monsters crawling off their dungeons.
Streams of gold run in our blood,
And today, you and I...
Are the wells the monsters want to drink from
We are the wine that clears their throats
The wine that makes louder their roars
Yes! Our blood stains their claws
Before You and I can feed the leeches
Will feed the monster's riches
In the sheer stampede to flee the killer's canines
We plunge deep into a metamorphosis that makes us killers
You and I will din from the same table
Thereafter, stain our cutlery with the cream of each other's blood
Round and round turns the gear of the growing seasons
Yet the crop of love remains barren
Elephants we are in the room
But the room is too big and we seem too small
Should the arrows of food chain point right at me
You will find me waiting at the dinning table
Copyright © Kunda Chamatete | Year Posted 2016
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