In my daily routine
My way home passage
Is an infernal place
Bad deed don't seem to elapse
Prostitute roam in the midnight

Church street doesn't tally the words of God
A corpse is lying in a red pool
Blood has painted the future

Sangomas throw bones and foretell lies in lieu of money

We have adopted so much to bite our tongues trying to pronounce who we are

You should have told me more about red
I could have known
I might be dead
I could have known
The smiling world isn't friendly

© Thabang Moabi

Day 4 | 17 November 2011