Silence (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

With a loud cry of joy

They celebrated my birth

With a loud cry of sorrow

They mourned my death

To no purpose was all undertaken

Only dead silence stares right at us

Why is man born in the first place?

At a lower price I was bought

At a higher price I am buried

What an investment I was

One that guarantees no profit

Six feet the dirt above me

Six plates of gold can do no better

I had no option but fate besides me

For I dine at the table of death

A luxury I could not afford

But came upon me like a last testament

Receive my soul oh Lord

Because I never meant to leave

Lucifer has won nothing as always

And Gabriel laughs at him

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