Sitting on a pedestal
Smiling to himself
Believing that he’s taken Jesus’s crown
All roads pass by him, he believes,
Pity to those who cry foul to no avail
He’s the alternative to the saviour
From affliction of the ancestors
The wrath of the ancestors a dark cloud
No wonder he missed the road to Jerusalem
I have the key, so he says
And will only open the gate of light
‘When the remorseful kneel before me’
‘With my swollen ego bursting at the seams’
Proclaiming rescue by the public curiosity
Feeling the cool run of spam by the spinal cord
Mindboggling state, mouth ajar, eyes dim,
Deepening the spiteful feeling of vengeance
N Nkuna,1 May 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem