At The Face Of Nature’s Law Poem by Sicelo Sithole

I wanted to feel the nature of my very own heartbeat
At the face of nature’s law
With no words but only utterances of mind, I can feel no pain at my feet
And I got into fights and protests day and nights, and what were we fighting for
I set at the station waiting for the train of my memories. I set there for a while
In the absence of all wonders I performed and every quarter of a true smile
I set there for a little longer, catching up my days, innocence and tender breath
And if this was my last day my question is this, to the mothers of the earth:
‘If you choose to live amongst the devils,
Who can blame you for becoming one of the rebels? ’