Hiding From The King's Waterparty Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

These men muscular and tall,
arrive unannounced and fall
upon our home now.

All I see is monkey skin that
goes all over their heads. This
fear I feel is animalistic for it
sends me into the me aloe fiels.

With everything that breathes we go.
This hiding place confirms
as we look above me a lie plants.

The invasion has taken place this noon.
The power of monkeys ons surrounds our
home. No playing can go on. One rule only
must be followed. Give them food.

They go from hut to hut as we hide. Peeping through stalks an deceive. When
those from afar have gone we get out.
All containers are empty as are pots.
These are the deeds of those from afar.





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