Kenneth Maswabi
Black leaves
This is a departure of color from
the prism of life
The rupturing of gigantic missiles
on the face of common sense
The fragmentation of hope
With pieces of misery and despair
scattered all over the body of humanity
I am a witness to the destructive
nature of the human mind and ideology
Like solid fountains of death that
pierces the heart of humanity
It is not just the wickedness of
war, it is the recklessness and the brutal show of power
The curtain of evil lifted for all
of us to see the venomous identity of evil
This is the hardened blood on the
mangled bodies of children, mothers and the elderly
Blood poured on their innocent souls
Black leaves is a poem about the
madness of war
And the muted despair that fills our
lives
The hopelessness and powerlessness
of us all amidst the horrors of war
The neglect and betrayal of innocent
lives
Black leaves is a poem that depicts
the rotten entrails of evil
