Words That Matter To Me
I was waken up by the chickens with their kwukwukwu sound.
I looked through the window and smiled to myself, the weather was beautiful.
As I was looking I saw some men standing next to my neighbours house.
They were standing in a form of a circle with their heads looking down.
I was disturbed by a knock on my door.
Three women walked in and sadness was written all over their faces.
"Your brother was shot last night." They said.
My voice failed me.
"Ha..have they taken him to hos..pital?" I asked with my shivering voice.
"He is dead."
I couldn't say anything, I became numb.
I gave out a loud sad cry.
My cries echoed around the environment, with sirens as my instruments to my sad song.
Words replayed on my mind "He is dead...He is dead."
Copyright © Bukiwe Tiyane | Year Posted 2016
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