The poet studied the artist’s painting
Who worked on a while at the table
In Mr T’s kitchen.
One morning he saw himself looking
At a bronze sculpture of a man
Throwing his arms up in desperation.
An existentialist position.
He mumbled to himself:
‘Something recalls in me desperation
Visiting the poor in an African township.
It still happens at this moment
As it has happened since Adam & Eve.
Desperation of thinking about one’s
Having suffered injustice thru’ politics
And murderous intent.
Now then many of the culprits and
Infamous have been put to trial and
To face the justice system in the
Western ‘so-called’ democratic world.
So many of the small people and the
Who suffered thru’ secondary thugs
Who had been overlooked by the
Not even ostracized by society
Even not by today’s date’.
While the poet does not take the
Law into his own hands
Brandishing a gun
He definitely takes the sword of
To punish those responsible
Destroying his family.