Slough Poem by Niki Nicholas Nkuna

Everything must show even when it’s done in the darkest of the night
In a strange manner out of normality or abnormality range
Everything must show in the long and short milestone intervals
Like the volcanic lava, the sticking point should ultimately sell out the cause

Doing misdemeanour of some kind and wipe out one’s mouth like a chicken
Has never lasted in heaven and earth
Ironically the spurious trials never stops although the culprits believe
It is a lifestyle ever to be consummated
Never mind the obvious lifespan fluctuates of truth
Misconstrued as inability of the explorers to reach far
Failure is called stupidity as is the loss of life in the precarious maize

Despite the elaborate trials the deep in slough happens all the time at the height of ignorance
Any trial of some kind for mischief is futile
Despite the love of reap which never happen long except short in misguidance
Despite the claim of prowess the destination, however far or near is never reached
Despite the eager forays that end in the abyss,
The trials never stops because the ricochet brought no inevitable lessons

N Nkuna,7 January 2014