Trample Of The Meek Souls Poem by Niki Nicholas Nkuna

Forests, boulders, rivers, valleys and ravines made the dangerous play
Seem like a simple hide and seek game
The find astounding before and after the bullet
Sometimes the vagaries of nature would camouflage the close of danger
Even the close of rescue kicks up the rise of storm
And comes very close to calamity if not fratricide
Soldiers have always been above because of the gumboots and armoury they wear
All people who are not involved are in danger of the elephant

Thus the sudden appearance from hiding by the vulnerable
Especially the feminine, the fragile and the puerile is a cry for mercy
All kind of tramples, for lust, for loot and vengeance reign on the meek
Leaving the land scotched and smoked

The pass of rain would tell a story which the soldiers have equally trampled
Under their boots and would not tell a fly
Their conscience would rather suffer until their bodies got shaken to the ground
Perhaps that’s the payback for the trample of the meek souls
The wanton destruction of the edifice, the natural gores and wonders of God

N Nkuna,19 January 2014