Quietly after summer upon my body
Is she changing her colours again
Will we understand love before we make it
Will we honour the answers at this depth
Do we know what poverty is
Are we awake.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
Quietly after summer upon my body
Is she changing her colours again
Will we understand love before we make it
Will we honour the answers at this depth
Do we know what poverty is
Are we awake.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.
Millions of eyeballs
Hypnotised by one swinging wrecking ball
Such a violent scene
And sin is a glamorous thing
As things become graver
Too terrible to remember
She could not close her greasy mouth
And much too high to say grace
Until she witnessed herself begging for mercy
In the face of barbarians
And stopped laughing abruptly
Upon meeting her own reflection
Billions of muted screams
The earth howls from each corner the same noise
Victims with enough time to worry
Head bedsores for those who can afford them
Too heavy too hard too far
To begin at ones own feet
Put away that weapon of love
It is too soft for this kind of work
Where is your blood
Because horny will turn
Perfume will never disguise poverty
Love comes long after it has gone
That man showed us he was mad
These alarms can no longer be snoozed
The iceberg approaches
There is no formula
It won’t be found on Mars
Because love is right here.
(Poem in progress)
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.