Pain Is Difficult To Hide Poem by Thabani Khumalo

My head implodes with a splitting headache
and I think I can be able to deduce why,
for I heard the siren song of the ambulance van running by
and I knew exactly that somebody in severe pain is going to die -
and that somebody's unexpecting mother
is going to fall on her knees and begin to cry, begging the lord about the heavy incident and cursing
because the pain of loss is a difficult one to hide.

Another child has blindly broken the waters of the womb;
there's about to be born a child into grievous agony,
a dark soul totally tainted by a nack of evil
and his iniquity will also be impossible to hide.
By his hands, when I have grown old and gray,
somebody's going to die.

We will do so wait until he is two
and then he will learn the rhyme of the days
talk about insouciance of the Israeli heavens
and of how Yaweh must eternally reign
beyond the brook and spurs of the Jordan
and the pain solong will be too hard to hide. Antagonized by the baseless lies, he will snap,
and I believe that somebody's going to die.

Another child has broken off the waters of the womb;
there's about to be born a child into grievous agony
and straight into the hands of the dreadful Yaweh,
he'll so be surrendered to him for baptism.
Yaweh will then burn many scars onto his flesh
and perhaps get him crucified like the Christ.
The pain therein will be too difficult to hide
and when his tears touch the hard cap of the ground,
somebody's going to die.