Sermon Of Lament Poem by raymond letsitsa

My mind is lost in the sound of the gun
That you were holding,
And firmly pointing it towards a nun
Its no new rivalry of thought,
But verbal warfare has begun
We shall verbally express our
Minds till this foul age is done
We know not about apartheid
Because racially we are one
The lords of this land
know nothing about reform
Tell haiti to be consoled and
Watch xenophobians transform
Rape is not a silent cry for help
Nor gay molestations our norm
Tremble not before demonic children,
Messiahs can lead u through the storm
Afro-Dutch wars no longer exist
Convert woeful coloreds in Universities
Don't make my brother chew your excrete
Don't make believe that your kind is saintly
Rub gentle magic on your face to
Erase a racial South Africa
Give polygamous Zulus
a chance to chow down your wealth
before your massacre
Lock in prison the innocent and
release the guilty
Like a swine on fresh mud
You're renewing souls unto filthy
I have nothing much against you sir,
only my Afro and my wealth
You believe that in the hood,
street kids have much better health?
Drape thy self with sour curtain and
Relish the taste of earth
Coz mankind was really free
Before he was conceived at birth...