Smile bright as summer daylight
voice booming as canon
ego imposing as a mountain
he swung oup the pondium
grabbed the microphone and started courting.
Torrents of venomous political rhetoric
spewed from his mouth
words, weighty, sweet and empty
hissed through his shiny fangs
sweet music to the crowd's ears
Gullible trusting souls
word per word imbibed
quenching their thirst with venom
slowly sating their hunger
on drops of emptiness
empty shells.
The frenzied crowd cheered
clinging onto every morsel of empty hope
empty slices of souls victuals
promises of a new awakening
a new crop from last harvests rotten seeds!
suspense surged
tension built
he dug fangs in and injected drop after drop
injustices against the tribe
assaults on their men at the top
venom, venom, venom,
tipping point.
the battle cry was heard
war chants, war drums
civilian matrys; foot soldiers
marched along the streets
lynching everything in their wake
burning a nation
razing hopes
for a viper's embrace
Death bite- vials of venom.
Stanslaus K. Kyenze
09/07/2014
