Forgive My Pattern Poem by raymond letsitsa

The melodies of a voiceless bird
Fill the night like a wine glass
Emanating radiance
The clueless prophet
Finds blindness alluring
The warrior of ancient times
Profusely breathing
Two-headed serpents
On his side still slithering
A leap of faith taken
Spiritual tumors create
breathless tremors,
Yet the branches
from the tree of life
are left shaken
Your violent acts of
crime are talk of
the town
like neighborhood rumors
I hope only that your spirit
is not broken
I sincerely sense
secrecy prevailing
Strangled cords smeared
in ink on simile
And uttered in
metaphoric vocabulary,
behind these
enemy lines of rhetoric.

Forgive my pattern,
I have provoked a Leviathan
To anger, and danced
with a mad dragon
Mimicry is not solid
It finds comfort in
poetic jargon
Taken into exile
out the land of honey
I lost my kidneys
in your slavery wagon
Follow me like a shadow
into the plateau of euphoria
Kids dying of hunger and malaria
In Kenya and Nigeria
In South Africa
The blood of human victims
is a sight all too familiar.