WHISPERING WIND

WHISPERING WIND
By Rodger Millar Munthali

The chasm associated with language
Blurs the indignation
Incorporated within
Stony hearts
Awaiting sentencing

Though far the cyclone
May appear
Its destructive whispers
Haunts the victims
‘The Plague of the White Cyclone’

A rope running round
The neck of the so-called sinner
The other end to a car
Cruising on the black rocky road
‘Yes, another Golgotha!’

But still the sinners fly
To the place
To face the tragedy of a lifetime
Death lying
In the hands of the
White cyclone
Ravaging the black child
‘And so goes the whispers’

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