Suicide Poem by Thabani Khumalo

I looked underneath the colorful fabric of the elite world
And i saw by my spiritually alchemist sight
And i saw that mankind won't make it without spiritual acumen,
Thus i traveled far to see off the grasp of the evil man.

I saw a tree that was divine in absolution
And i set upon its protruding branch
And for a time i set and i contemplated the end times and the future
And then i let go with a rope around my neck.

What a beautiful day in which i was eager to die -
On the tenth hour of the tenth day of the fourth month.
In a minute, i thought i would have seen the other side
Than carry the burden of this world in which god is but an evil being.

So on i hung until the time of demise was way past
And then i felt my feet standing upon the mountain's ground
And i knew for sure the hour had gone way past and there i stood like a stock among the grass.
I am still alive - it's like a miracle, but they continue in the hands of god - the days.