Walking In The Light Of God Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Alone in a dark and quiet place;
at a somber garden of meaningful isolation,
I can hear the soft sound of the river
insomuch that I can think about it in clear words.

I get to handle all these things with a beautiful girl at my side,
even when I am isolated in the dark,
we are the company of the equally favored two -walking in the light of God;

God, the most dangerous boss of the turf of paradise -
I was being a good child and I had committed no felonious crime,
living the seasoned life on a purchased piece of ground,
yet on the same regulated solid ground,
there are girls who know how to look into a man's eyes
appealing for love in somewhat - the denser ways,
only the brave men alone travel that journey to the root -
and we, craven men, choose the rougher ways that escalate to create murder.

we love to play yet we know that we are insensitive to touch
for we have been beaten through the skin to the bone,
we don't want these bleeding wars to coagulate and diminish with us -
we are still too faithful to the scars of this living condition,
so we are sending it as history to the progeny -
they will continue to murder the flesh of the strangers they'll meet:
walking in the light of God.