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Patience Mudau Poem
00:01 ~ where is the kitchen, i must find it. time time time
00:10 ~ i have always admired how shiny knives are
00:12 ~ i want to dye blades with red, a lot of red
00:19 ~ ah the door, i must get out and find red
00:25 ~ i see brown, white, black walking around
00:27 ~ looks like there is red under all those colors
00:30 ~ hahahahahahaha, all for the reaping
00:36 ~ i lift my knife and head towards white
00:38 ~ i look as white is dyed red, such beauty
00:45 ~ brown, white, black, my knife likes all types of red
00:47 ~ whats this? I look with disbelieving eyes
00:49 ~ i see a place piled with dead black, white & brown
00:50 ~ the land is dyed red with blood...greed, hatred
00:51 ~ i can hear the blood crying, it will haunt me
00:52 ~ my blade has lost its appetite and repents
00:54 ~ humanity has painted itself red so i turn my back
00:56 ~ i walk away trembling hoping never to awake again
00:58 ~ why should i reap such dirty souls, i reject them
01:00 ~ i go back to sleep and wait for that day.
My name is Grim Reaper and this is my diary as recorded on the date of xx.xx.xxx. Humanity, how far will you go to gain what you want with those cold eyes and greed neatly sewn on your hands?
Copyright © Patience Mudau | Year Posted 2016
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Patience Mudau Poem
Piling stares and smiling fears.
Husband, whenever you look at me and smile,
I see a smiling fiend, cold to the bone.
Smiling fiend, please stop smiling my way
Scrapping off my skin behind closed doors
Chipping off my sanity, hacking away pieces of my heart,
Please stop smiling at me, I am begging you.
What will it be today? A grin like, a toothy one or lopsided?
What should I do for you to stop?
I will not question, I will not fight,
I will bow, anything you want, I will do.
Please stop, I beg of you. Remember, you once loved me…
But you did not listen,
Oh smiling fiend…
I still remember your smiling face,
With disbelieving eyes, looking ashen
I hope you are smiling away beyond the grave
Smiling fiend, rest in peace.
Copyright © Patience Mudau | Year Posted 2017
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A reaping of hearts in the dead of winter.
Wailing and mourning, the sounds of laughter have been buried.
Among the leaving, the undead have found a home,
Bodies that have blood but dead eyes and dead hearts,
Can anyone bring back our children?
The reaper has no mercy or face.
Carrying the lives we birthed on our heads
Sleeping in the wooden tubs that they will rot in
The gone have forgotten
Yet we drown in memories and reminiscence
Oh war in the winter of the 17th year
How could we dare forget?
Copyright © Patience Mudau | Year Posted 2017
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I will proudly wear my skin
With clenched teeth and an unwavering spirit.
In the night when the fire dances against it,
The stars admire it for being like the night.
When the sun rises to burn it,
I still stand strong with a heart perched on high.
When the rain falls and washes away the pain,
I fear none and dance with the birds of the sky.
Beautiful like the night sky,
Bright as darkness ,
One with the night,
My skin is beauty incarnate.
This is the crown upon my bones.
Copyright © Patience Mudau | Year Posted 2017
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