Travelling Poem by Thabani Khumalo

My father took the way of the cowards
And he indebted himself to religious beliefs
And he filled his heart with the words of Paul.
He lay canal with a woman of the lord
And forth came a quartet of children
And later that night he was hanging on a tree.
The noose was pressed to his gullet and longer could he breathe
And later that morning he was found cold to the bone.

I cheated death when I was starving,
As a little boy I was starved and stunned.
So I traveled far to the place of gold and
I followed the driver as he cut across the mountains
And I noticed that he had cut across the border post
To another sky with a different dome.
It dawned on me I will chase the wind
For I have traveled far in search of breathe
Where the horizon is at vicinity compared to home
And home is farther than the eye can directly see.
I have traveled in search of just the light.
My name is Thabani Khumalo and I am LOB.