The Traveler (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

The faster he came the faster he went

Like life itself only seconds define it

I explore the atlas and no destination suits me

In my head I travel to and fro seeking peace

The caymans hide my stolen treasures

The swiss marvel at my investments

The authority and law wonder my whereabouts

No man is an island I tell myself again

Keep my enemies closer so I watch the intent

My family won’t help and I help none of them

I have enemies within my own boundaries

Blessed be the heavens and cursed our currencies

Poverty is the root of all evil I challenge

King Solomon must have looted himself indeed

For his wisdom rendered himself useless

A legacy God gave him to misuse

A dacaying man I am walking the earth

Peace be upon as I search for a hideout

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