At Heaven’s Gate (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

I pray for your souls my beloved

For you forget the depth of your sins

In the past logic and tradition saved you

My laws and commandments you have broken

With a sorrowful face you knock at my gate

The jury is all against you as I weep

Why does mankind listen when told

It was never about you but I of course

Like prodigal sons yet behave like outcasts

Saints and the poor you have neglected

Knowledge and wisdom you denied

My wrath you claim is not for you

My mercy I have exhausted

One dares not get any closer to me

For salt and sugar make tea a nightmare

I thank myself for your existence

Yet weep upon thy destruction

My mighty hand is capable of both by the way

So stand strong and face what I present

Guilt has haunted your generation

Stop knocking at my golden gates.

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