Death Got Hold Of Us Poem by Mokhele Mabaso

IS IT THE IT March 13,2010
© r. Mokhele waga Mabaso

Is it the it? The it on us
That comes to haunt all of us
The it that has been bothering us
The it that has no good a name to us
The it that is always there and sees us
As it lurks in the dark for its luck on us
This it devours and makes us cry for us
With its hands it twists the necks in us
And suffocates that which breathes us
The core nerve that is within us
That which pumps life in us
It renders lifelessness in us
In the body that has us
Tenants and vacates us
To the place where most of us
Visit to give send off to one of us
And have it in our minds that it has us
In its mind it has us as it has to feed on us
As we sing- it uses its bigger ear to hear us
To give the right conscious deceivers to lull us
As we love it uses its tenacious tentacles to feel us
To throw beautiful attractive temptations around us
It likes to be in love-beds and in sick-beds with us
As we drive it uses its agents to accompany us
To dead end of the road and dead end of us
And waiting so anxiously to pounce on us
In a split jiffy it capitalizes on all of us
And on all the mistakes made by us
It likes the mistakes made by us
And carelessness made by us
It feeds on them and on us
Always has the last say on us
Counting one less of one of us

Sometimes it eats on the number of us
For it knows neither number nor colour of us

What is it that eats and feeds like a genocide on us
Show it to us and have us a festive to be killed by us