Ayanda Nxumalo


Hell Is Where You Belong - Poem by Ayanda Nxumalo

Hell Is Where You Belong

Walk away from that man
Don’t go near his weapon,
And let him go to shabby
Prison where all of his wicked
Buddies are planted.

Give your spirit a little
More time to dance in the
Rain, never wait for tomorrow
Because all bundle angels
Will disappear.

Rise and dart from warm
Fire to chatty water in the wild
Scary land, on the city of notorious
Tigers.

Bonny tribe calming together
And bowing, praising the
Unknown stature as their one
And only King of the wee tribe.

Singing, humbling and screaming
Asking for miracles from their
King.

Some full of tears on their
Sizzle face but no one
answered. ‘king still asleep ‘











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By Ayanda Nxumalo


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011


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