It's Just A Dream Poem by GALEED MAGAGULA

I feel this anger boiling inside
Like a kettle water boils inside
As darkness grows in this fertile soil
All the isolation is the seed buried into the soil
Their violence is like watering the dead flower
Running didn't help, the tree of death starts to flower
Without friends I gained friends
Like a prisoner I long for this prison to end`s
That isolation takes me to a tour
Minutes, seconds and hour
A tour to explore the darkest side
That little humanity in me fade
As the innocents in me shifts aside
Too many mice I killed under that shade
Those beside failed to see
As my childhood sail in Death Sea
Before I knew it I had blood
In my hands there was a bloody blade
One look around am in a jungle
This time I was hunting in struggle
Only to find that mice were not the target
My target was in two legs, funny for it be a moving target
When trapped he shouted stop
In fear and shock I panicked, he shouted stop
When I opened my eyes it was a man
With seven stabbed wounds, I have killed a man
I have killed man, have killed him.
Mandla, Mandla… an Angelic voice shouted
Waking me up
Lunch is ready she shouted
A smile I wore in my face to know it's just a dream