NAKED: STRIPPED
Were we stripped naked?
To find, them, unshaken,
Laughing in crude fashion.
No boulder, of strength, to cushion,
For I thought out of hand they budged,
To intercept a grudge-they won.
Then reminisce not on my shady history
Yesterday, No, the looming mystery
Tomorrow, falling off the cursed fig tree.
When balancing on rotten branches made me free
To air-scratched and bruised,
Battered and clustered, embarrassed.
Having to find myself less flattered
By his ego, less set to offer
Nothing fresh, only penniless.
Shamefaced, ignoring his own follies
Of trolleys full of lies,
On which platter, silver or gold?
To make such blatant pledges bold
Naked against all odds
Shaken, composure unfound.
Surviving only to tell stories untold
With trumpets of shame….to make the sound.
Tatenda Mhlanga
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