Violence Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

the devil works tirelessly
in his consultation room
prescribing violence with ease
unflinchingly, declaring war
sowing the seeds of hatred
among fellow human beings
with his trigger-happy morons
shedding blood is his hobby
with his blood stained spectacles
and his black heart
he justifies violence
as a means to an end

sitting on a bench
in his lawless court
brandishing his teeth
exposing his hatred
for humanity
with his gigantic finger
firing lethal bullets
to the innocent beings
in a genocidal mode
killing multitudes
in the name of war

watching from a distance
with his self-inflated ego
and his evil heart
as man kills man
on the rampage in their own planet
unashamed of his methods
exploiting the heartless
with his magical spells
sparing no one
in his bloodsucking mission