Burning Man Poem by Thulile Pakade

They come into foreign lands, hands to their sides..their eyes smile and resonate hope for this new beginning. keeping to themselves, befriending man to be called brothers of the native soil yet somewhere in the heart of man lives a seed that is one day cultivated..hatred manifests and from this..hopes dilapidated. Lives of innocent people taken at the whiff of in securities, I was there, my heart wept waters coz too much blood was already spilt, I heard a piercing scream from a mother walkin away from her flesh and blood, it called 'mother help! 'But her end was near...mother disappeared... Limbs carved like the remnants of last nights chicken, its a sickening feeln. Someone in the street corner gapes and thinks 'I know him' but he turned Jew, saves his own skin rather... Now pockets full of memories roam by their bottoms and cling to their hearts, South Africa is declared hell and the poverty starts. The mind dies, the bad rise, life crumbles like the falling of the Burning Man