It started a little
Like it aimed no battle.
Leaking piece by piece
Of the grass and the papers
That destroyed my peace.
After trying cutters, wipers
And everything. Those papers
And the grass stood still
Like a bloody hill.
.
Today I sent the fire.
Then I saw the power of the fire.
The intention was in fact
To burn the rubbish
That was filled like a cabbage.
Then sort that
These other portion
I’ll sort it some other time,
As it was out of line
And I was tired to cut.
After some time
A flame of a leaking fire
Alerted me from the house.
When I went out,
Without a doubt
I’d to shut my mouth
In astonishment of the fire.
.
It burnt out all
That portion mounted like a wall.
That portion had grown
Out of my misery like it has grown
Itself. I hated that portion.
It has no promotion
It’s hard to work
And brakes our fork.
By: KATLEGO MATLADI, South Africa
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