I am holding a globe

A model of the world in my hands

I turn it and turn it

I see Africa

I focus on Africa

My eyes move down to South Africa

I zoom in to Limpopo in a place called Rebone

I see a grave, my uncle’s grave

And this is how it all started,

The mind hates

The mouth speaks

And the hand reacts

Bullet hits the body

Blood escapes

Pain gives the body a visit

Oh my God this is explicit

A brother falls

Heaven calls

Rain falls

Blood is diluted

Hate is upgraded

Faith is castrated

Veins of passion are injected with despair

The brain is infected with fear

The heart surrenders

Rain still falls

Heaven still calls

Hope shouts “I QUIT!”

The soul packs its luggage

Heaven will enjoy the package

A voice calls out “what’s wrong?”

The wound replies

He tries shaking him to wake but the eyes deny

He weeps, it’s too late  

The body has already given up

The soul has answered heavens calling

Rain has stopped falling

But the tears has just begun

Falling down sweeping all the bad memory

An ounce of happiness has caused a ton of sorrow

And he will remember it tomorrow

Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow

And the day after that until he follows

Heaven has called and all that is left is

Sadness, sadness, sadness, sadness ……….