Words And Knives Poem by CHISENGA KENNETH

Behind the plum of mere utters lives a serpent
Which is hidden behind the red carpet paint
The serpent, serpent? A deadly serpent with a toungh full of sharp words that stabs deeper than a knife
Knife of political injustice and death for those in cold rooms and graves without a wife
In a political lane all is futility and vile as others are slaughtered, silenced and chained using what was meant to protect them.
In words and knives, there's neither poetic nor political justice in Jerusalem
Jerusalem, Jerusalem? Jerusalem a country of powerful killers, looters and plunderers of life, and national cake.
And whoever can read to them this poetic piece when am all gone for my sake.