Sound Of Guns Poem by Thabani Khumalo

A man intrigued by violent behavior.
He gets the chilli thrills tickling the gut of his belly
When he hears the sound of shooting guns,
He considers the damage left by war a work of art,
He buys a new gun and he can't help it but smile
At the thought that he, again, will shoot another person to death.
I loved it the first time when I saw it portrayed by the 90s TV.

I am a man terrified by cheerful fireworks at the break of the new year.
I am a man intrigued by the sound of rolling guns.