Stabbers And Daggers Poem by Mazwi Sedibe

Alone in a life chamber
Life in danger
Approaching a double edged dagger
Yet I do not dare stagger
Even when I turn my back
And I can still see my stabber
Holding his dagger
With my innocent blood dripping
Down from its both sharp edges
I fear not death
Hence I make no ransom fee pledges
I take it head on like a warrior
I take it not laying down like a worrier
Life is mine,
If you want mine
The highest price is yours
Lay it down or let me rip it out of you
Like a heart transplant
War is me, my daggers are out
I wear no shield for I trust my killer instinct
I make sure you turn your back
As I became your stabber in your face
I do not shoot the one who flees
Nor the one with his whole body
Is covered in thirsty fleas
I want the strong
because I am stronger
Alone in a death chamber
Face to face with double edge dagger
With all my wounds gashing
I still do not stagger
As I walk away
Leaving a few mounds
Built with the decaying corpses
of my weak back stabbers.