The Power of The Fire

By: KATLEGO MATLADI

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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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