BEING A BEWILDERED ABUSIVE MAN

I hear an outcry of women and children,
Sadly protesting against abusive men.
I blow my own horn in stupidity,
Damned by the spirit of chauvinism

I see a ghastly march down the path,
Daringly parading and chanting in disgust.
I shiver and tremble in disbelief,
Overwhelmed by the state of cowardice.

I hear deafening noises of bustling sirens,
Horribly howling and breaking the silence.
I boast and threaten to shoot to kill,
Inflated by the empty pride like a blowfish.

I truly witness the flowers of the nation,
Helplessly falling prey to uninspired emotions.
I merely mind the business of my own,
Until they ultimately reach the wilting point.

I begin to regret my monster-like deeds,
Deeply humbling myself before those in need.
I’ve come to realize that I was utterly wrong,
And now I know that no means nothing else but no!

I discover myself engulfed by awful military,
Sternly disarming me for captivity.
It’s only now that I show the sign of remorse,
And it’s high time that the law takes its course.

Submitted by Khanda Vilakazi