Codes Of Law

MY GHOST ERECTED ABOVE THE MOTHERLY PLATTER,
WITH MY SHADOW CAST TO THE WAYSIDE SO I'D SEE,
AND EXAMINED THROUGH FOR SIGNS OF EXISTENCE THEREIN
UNDER THE SHADE OF AN AFRICAN FIRMAMENT; BLUE,
BUT STUMBLED UPON NO SIGNS OF TANGIBLE SYLLABLES.
 
ARMIES OF STRONG MEN LAY BETWIXT THE GRADIENT WALLS OF THE ROCKY VALLEY;
MULTITUDES OF SOLDIERS AS DEAD BONES,
SHAMBLED IN HEAPS UPON EACH OTHER -
THE BONES THAT WERE VERY OLD, AND BONES VERY DRY,
MUCH TO MY COUNTENANCE'S DESPAIR AND MY TEARDROP'S SHED
FOR THE EYES OF THE VALLEY WERE TIGHT SHUT AND GLUM.
 
SUDDENLY, I WAS QUICKENED AND MY VISION LACID BROADER
TO SEE THE RACE OF MAN, THEY WERE INDEED SUFFERING
YET MY VOICE WAS TRULY FAINT TO SHOUT OUT THE LOUDEST DECRY
TO PLEAD UPON THEIR SOULS TO WAKE AGAIN AND LIVE
FOR THEY WERE BURIED LOW AND WERE FETTERED WITH THE FOSSILS BELOW.

THE DEVIL IS ALIVE IN THE PALE SKIN'S LAW
AND IS THRIVING ON HIS VERGE: THE RACE OF MAN TO BLOW
FOR THE SEAT OF HIS FATHER TO BE APPRAISED ABOVE OUR REIGNS'.
‘OPEN UP YOUR EYES! ' SAYS THE PROPHET IN THE ODD
FOR IF YOU REALLY DO AND YOUR SPIRITS WILL INDEED BE FREE.

by Thabani Khumalo

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A well articulated poem, insightfully penned in poetic diction with conviction to capture man inhumanity to man. A lovely poem written with intensity. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.