The Unholy Visit Poem by William Mpina

I came to see you
I came to see my in-law, my cousins, and my nieces
I came to see my cousins, my sisters, and my brothers
Even crickets that chirp in the forests
Even those bees that aimlessly buzz
Perch where their sisters obtain their bread and butter
Even dogs that lazily squeal in the country side
Run in search of their brothers
Even cattle that munch grass by the riverside
Know exactly where their comfort is
Wild and mad, pocket less and meaningless
Footing, walking, running, jumping
Eating the distance back before the dawn of dusk
Shameful, shy and reasonless
Burning in a pot of fury on ashes of your reason
Raging with fire, boiling and burning
Hopelessness raining hot that afternoon...
Even tall trees bow down to taller ones
Even mountains kneel before their elders
Even doors know which one leads to the other
I came to see you
I came to see not insult you
Give me chance, wouldn’t you