On This Cracked Road

On this cracked road have I intrepidly trodden,

Burnt my own will and risen like the sun, shone like the moon

Surrendered and blazed

For this inner serenity must I dare taste ever and anon!

The wilder winds gall as if the world’s offers nothing fair, while

The dry season’s scorching heat defile like what knows no nature

And the chained ones mask in drenched sweat

Like the enslaved, their feet mutter and clutter the baked soil

Clad in rags and gracefully eating a rats meal

For they were unfaithful to ponder over their masters mischief

And since they aren't escapologists, for they are the hunter’s meat.

On this cracked road

Lies the walls of brevity and grossed fear

Beyond the ‘mansions’ of those lumped eyed skinny children

Where being a woman’s profane,

Sacredly expected to cling and warm on misguided torture, rape

And as the god’s wink in shame at her honor waged deaths,

Another God wonders what’s become of his vicegerent.

On this Cracked Road,

Tiresome and tear some it keeps erupting

Giggling as I perish, but Nay!

So has my soul hardened like a frozen rock, and

No matter the hurricanes or trenched ridges encountered

Have I vowed to continue,

Continue to derange myself with love in love to love

To be that serial drunkard hold unto the glass of caged peace

Paradoxically waiting for the apartheid to vanquish in resistance

And his soul rests in open freed peace bred space.