The Gloom Of Brutality Poem by choppa Muleba

Our Corners are corroded by chaos heavily
Empathy exists no longer, I'm clouded by perplexity.
Balaclavas beguiling beyond freedom,
Darkness of night perpetuates our kingdom.
Hazzles of havoc seem to dwell upon this entity,
Oh! Cry my beloved country,
Mandela's efforts have been tossed dreadfully

Vile gunshots gunning down the innocent
Survivors too afraid to vie and rant.
Oh how monotonous,
When young park patrons are ought to face
the 'dangerous'.
Comfort zones hampered by blunders that plunder.


Avenues appeased by the agnostic
The future tingled by the bleak.
Poverty uttered the reason ripening proclivities
Of this deciet.
The law seem adhering virtues of defeat,
Beckoning blissful lives towards discreet.

Tears galloping streams of a mourning nation,
Breadwinners leaving to early before
handing the torch to the next generation.
Defenceless on this war of a vigour version,
Pitified by fear of this alternation.
Lifeless lives being regressed vividly.
The gloom of brutality