THEY DUG A GRAVE
By Sylvester H Wauye.
What can you do
When a man who claims to be more manly than you
Gains forceful entry into your manor?
I thought that when a thief wants to steal
They rivet their eyes
On the prize they want to lift from the crib!
But these men,
Before they do the deed they want to do,
First tie you up
And inform you that your fate was already sealed by a group of weasels
At a meeting in Berlin.
When the cloud in your head lifts, you set eyes
On your assailants in shock
As you realize that he was the one preaching at the pulpit, Bible in hand!
How much indignity will you go thru
As your beloved is treated like a fugitive?
She is stripped, raped and ripped apart
Before your very eyes
As your heart sears in pain.
She is left
While both of you are broken.
You ain’t seen sin yet!
They will cast lots
And break into your vault
Stealing, plundering and shipping away your gold, diamonds and artifacts
To the place they call
Land of the brave
Brave new world
Before they dig a grave
To bury you both alive.
It’s a though they are more entitled than you
And the stream that sired warriors in your lineage, long dried up.
A wise son maketh a glad father.
A foolish one is heaviness to his mother.
When children you had hopes on also become weasels, they breach your trust,especially when they,
Steal and conceal
Slash and stash
Vast sums of wealth abroad
In offshore accounts.
They dug a grave for Africa,
But after ripping and raping her
A new forest grew
Filling up the grave.
The stone the builders rejected became the cornerstone.
Africa shall arise.
Nkosi sikelela Africa.
@Sylvester h Wauye.