NIGHTFALL IN SOWETO
Nightfall comes like a dreaded disease
seeping through the pores
of a healthy body
and ravaging it beyond repair.
A murderer's hand
lurking in the shadows,
clasping the dagger
strikes down the helpless victim
I am the victim.
I am slaughtered every night in the streets
I am cornered by the fear
gnawing at my timid heart;
In my helplessness I languish.
Man has ceased to be man
Man has become beast
man has become prey.
I am the quarry to be run down
by the marauding beast let loose
by cruel nightfall from his cage of death.
Where is my refuge?
Where am I safe?
Not in my matchbox house
where I barricade myself against nightfall
I tremble at his crunching footsteps,
I quake at his deafening knock at the door
Open Up! he barks like a rabid dog.
Nightfall Nightfall!
Why were you ever created?
Why can't it be daytime?
Daytime forever more?
i love d poem too and its very inspiring. It is my best poem ever and i have it stored permanently in my heart.
ReplyDeletewell the poem is really a lovely one. it is interesting and educative, i really enjoy reading again and again. it is my best poem ever and i have stored it in my mind always.
ReplyDeleteThanks for making this poem available online. I memorized this poem by heart in my junior secondary school days. Always great to reconnect with those old memories.
ReplyDeleteImagine that dreaded disease seeping through the pores of a healthy body! Quite intersting!