…in a makeshift vacuumsinging praises to silence,reminiscing about two seconds agowhen sleep engulfed this body,teaching it to pray to the gods of chance.Not a prayer of desperationbut that of playful arrogance,of having done itdespite rigged odds. All Rights ReservedCopyright © … Continue reading
It's not that we have no power It's that we give it away Every time we 'forgive' and bow down Because 'that's what good people do' Every decade we nervously laughed it off Because they're family - you know what they say about blood and water... Every year I stayed because What would I do without him? What would he do without me? Every day I sit in the presence Of those who secretly love it When they feel me tell myself I can't do better. Every hour we've waited too long When they'd promised they'd be on time, this time... Every minute we're silently miserable Because we think we need this job Every second they walk all over us And we take it in the name of peace; When we do it Because no one else will. It's not that we have no power We gave it away Built ourselves a world in which I'm the peasant and everyone else is king Everyone else is king And you're the peasant Ever-giving, ever-swindled Dying gracefully Singing hymns on a makeshift cross. All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2011 – 2020 Tebogo Ndlovu
Martyrs, Inc. is an excerpt from my next anthology, Intervals of Delicious Poison – soon to be available for preorder.
Humans, Poems On Anger and Poems On Anger, Volume 2 are available here at $0.99 for a limited time.