The Village Poem by Jabulani Mzinyathi

the village torn apart
incessant quarrels everywhere
the village head drunk
his wife picking quarrels

the village head demented
his court now child's play
the village in shreds
advisors now high on kachasu

his children pissing in wells
flummoxed villagers painfully watch
the village head wields a whip
against those daring to protest

the village on precipice edge
the villagers' huts torched
the granaries not spared either
tottering on the brink of death