Murder Poem by Nkululeko Mdudu

How should I label
this savage space,
these four corners
so full of noise;

A hole, a jail,
a cruel embrace,
It takes imprisonment
and gives it praise.

It cheers and echoes
as though it cries.
The screems, the chirps,
the flourished craze.

Trust in the horror
that lurks and lies.
Descipline- once saw
a steady income,

now it speaks
of times of goodwill.
Oh come sir, please come,
look; here lies the kill.