Musa Gift Masombuka

Rookie - 429 Points (1998 April 1st / Dennilton)

Not Afraid To Kill. - Poem by Musa Gift Masombuka

For ritual I will kill
For I want to heal
but myself is thrill
because alive I have to kill
And skin in real.

Why these medicines are made of me?
with contagious trees between the hills.
It is a treasure of gold
and platinum it has sold
as the sangoma explained.

Why blood we have to spill
like a witch have to cast a spell
illegally or we'll be in hell
and our mission not done well.

Why don't we have fear
to carve a man and hear
horrible sounds of help
when his manhood taken he yelp
and if gone forever
we will not mend.

The life of innocents will not return
and the bone masters gain in return
Richness is their honey
but not enjoyable like stolen money
For they are always in fear.

© Musa Gift Masombuka 2015.
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Topic(s) of this poem: tradition

Form: Elegy

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem sends out a message to those traditional healers to stop using body parts for their ritual medication.

Comments about Not Afraid To Kill. by Musa Gift Masombuka

  • Chinedu Dike (4/16/2015 3:19:00 PM)

    Man inhumanity to man well depicted in the poem. Taking someone's life in order to heal another, what an irony! Horrifying tale of evil beautifully presented. A fantastic piece indeed. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Kewayne Wadley (3/8/2015 3:52:00 PM)

    A harsh reality that deeply needs to be mended. Corrected.
    Powerful! The way you tackled the subject!
    Thanks for sharing!
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 8, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 25, 2015

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