Mjita Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

Mjita



Last night namajita, we saw a
man, whom we knew
begging for his life, on his knees
pleading for his wife and children.
Who awaits him at home, he told
us their names and broke to
a rain of tears, just before the
thunder took him, like lightening
the man was gone, in one of his
pocket there was a wallet with a
twenty rand note and a train
ticket.

|Suss KaMzibeni|

Mjita
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: african poem
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