They died…

The African saying says:

Ignorance is a peril.

Some say ignorance is bliss

People die for the love of money

The day it rained stony pebbles

The slaves married their mistresses

The masters freed their slaves

Freeing them to a sudden death

Liberating them on their Armageddon

As it rained boiled water

Freedom evaporated

It steamed fear and danger

Prayer was their strength

For some suicide became their escape route

When the chips are down

Even the rich see no better than the poor

We all gasp for air

We all run away from the boiling rain

Into the dark, scotching destroyer

Only the answered prayer can help

When the pebbles and boulders rain

Plastic umbrellas are obsolete

You are home in the middle of a volcano

Thugs become cops

Slaves turn into masters

Subjects become topics

The underdogs become the top dogs

The lamps go off

The last light vanishes

The shaking and the tremor persist

Ashes become the answers to questions not asked

Death becomes instantaneous

Thursday, 17 March 2005