Verily Verily I Swear Unto You Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

My children and children of my ex-husband,
Verily, verily, I swear unto you,
Like your father said before we split,
We will be bound by a bond that was made in heaven.

Verily, verily he swore unto me,
We were not made for each other,
For it had become clear that his inheritance,
Was for all of us when he passes.

This expression I will swear when the will is read,
For I am pouring out my heart to you now,
Knowing you may choose not not to believe me,
For the truth I tell you now,
Was churned out by cherubs,
That brought us together,
The day I met him near our church.

We sat with our legs held out,
Our hands hidden and drew the will,
For which we now fight,
For it was a piece of paper,
That would foretell what is to come,
When he no longer breathes and sings,
This last aria, written in his blood.

Verily, verily, I swear unto you,
I have not altered a word,
For my hands were always tied,
Behind my back,
When it comes to such matters,
For money was not my best friend,
Only your father had sworn on a bible,
That he would remain the real and only one.

Now that you know that this was not to be,
For he left with another younger and richer,
He never needed the wealth we amassed,
For all the money owned by his goddess,
Was his to launch himself into mars with.

This accident that makes us stand here,
Was looked at from afar by the cherubs,
Who saw us write our will and sign our names,
In our blood that said we will die one ball,
Knitted together like as it rolls away,
From some widows thighs whose knitting allows,
It to roll our this will.

So bear with me as I tell you this truth,
Verily, verily, he swore unto me,
That he trusted me to call you all,
And read these squiggles he made alone,
When he was changing the words in the darkness,
Making another to replace with lies, ,
The one we wrote, for the DNA test,
Can prove it was indeed, the blood of us two,
That wrote the only original that exists.

I want to go to a future with the speaker,
Of the words I distort for they are truth,
Just like what I say even to you now,
Who may hate to see my face,
Since the money that stands between us,
Separates us like the cut of the knife,
That his lover slew him with,
For she did not have time to spend with the likes,
That tell lies like him. Get it from me.