The Fallen (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

To my predecessor

This is diaspora indeed

To my heirs hearts are torn

Inherit my struggle and foolishness

Sound judgement and wisdom I lack

Die in the land ye were born

For it’s the same in foreign dwellings

Blessed with all seasons we are

Why question the creator?

Is not righteousness his nature?

Why besieged yourself with thoughts

The enemy is within you

All is vanity once a king said

Into heavenly dwelling,

We try to bribe our way through

With a stubborn heart

We bow at the alter

We killed the messenger for prophecy

Was against us

Haunted we are by his message

Protect us from ourselves

For all consciousness we have lost

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