In The Mist Poem by Jabulani Mzinyathi

enveloped by the mist
the mist of confusion
equilibrium now disturbed
searching for the answers
none forthcoming at all
this mind now buried
by an avalanche of questions

that a man should die
under a hail of bullets
killed like a mangy dog
killed like a rabid dog
my mind now befuddled
that eventful life gone to waste

far across the Limpopo river
there a widow wails ceaselessly
the children feel the emptiness
many a friend searches for answers
there in the jungle of half truths
perhaps this is futile exercise
that life should now be celebrated