Before Pilate
I don’t know but I do believe
It was a bomb that shattered everything
To the open dropped, unnoticed
While in the enemy’s command firing,
Accusation after accusation
Like bullets that breaks the silence
Of the unguarded territory come to confusion
The self image, the self esteem turn to pieces
Leaving the whole agenda blazing in fire
Consuming the fallen wounded body
Whose world fatally hovers
Of dark smoke- to under attack what is left of it-
We were on the dance floor
Together with a wrong music till it bore
Note:
Kasama, Zambia, Africa. 2007 AD
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