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I saw the great change in him After he saw the nyanga As if something was tailing him Something sinister from the Okawanga He wanted to gain mental strength That was why he sought witch doctor help So together they went to great lengths To summon the Tokoloshe for this whelp Born of ****** and sinister thought The foul creature was called to this world And a wake of ill doings it brought Causing fear in each boy and each girl With this new friend he didn’t need me But he still needed praise and accept So he brought me along just to see How he ***** a girl whose blood he kept In a bottle for pride in his deed After he killed her and chopped her up “I was brought there to watch her bleed” That’s what I said, when I told the cop The Police came and took him to jail But the Tokoloshe followed him inside Soon he vanished, no trace, not a trail And rumours said Tokoloshe helped him hide No one saw him for several days But a rise in disappearances occurred And soon he revealed his wicked ways He stole belongings from his victims, I heard So, he was caught again but not held for long His Tokoloshe had not finished yet It was his purpose to match evil with wrong And **** and **** whomever he would get 18 months he was on the loose Sometimes aiding police investigations He would help them pick up the clues So he could re-live the gory exhilaration They could only find partial remains Tokoloshe had made him use his axe Rather thoroughly and thrown them off trains He made sure souls would never relax When they caught him the final time He was smiling with satisfaction He felt no sense of remorse for his crimes Now he hangs as the judge’s reaction Tokoloshe is still hiding somewhere Coming out at night when your dreams are deep Wreaking havoc and causing a scare Biting toes, ****** women in their sleep
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
Msomi
I saw the great change in him After he saw the nyanga As if something was tailing him Something sinister from the Okawanga He wanted to gain mental strength That was why he sought witch doctor help So together they went to great lengths To summon the Tokoloshe for this whelp Born of ****** and sinister thought The foul creature was called to this world And a wake of ill doings it brought Causing fear in each boy and each girl With this new friend he didn’t need me But he still needed praise and accept So he brought me along just to see How he ***** a girl whose blood he kept In a bottle for pride in his deed After he killed her and chopped her up “I was brought there to watch her bleed” That’s what I said, when I told the cop The Police came and took him to jail But the Tokoloshe followed him inside Soon he vanished, no trace, not a trail And rumours said Tokoloshe helped him hide No one saw him for several days But a rise in disappearances occurred And soon he revealed his wicked ways He stole belongings from his victims, I heard So, he was caught again but not held for long His Tokoloshe had not finished yet It was his purpose to match evil with wrong And **** and **** whomever he would get 18 months he was on the loose Sometimes aiding police investigations He would help them pick up the clues So he could re-live the gory exhilaration They could only find partial remains Tokoloshe had made him use his axe Rather thoroughly and thrown them off trains He made sure souls would never relax When they caught him the final time He was smiling with satisfaction He felt no sense of remorse for his crimes Now he hangs as the judge’s reaction Tokoloshe is still hiding somewhere Coming out at night when your dreams are deep Wreaking havoc and causing a scare Biting toes, ****** women in their sleep
Another challenge poem. The challenge was simply to write about "Tokoloshe". Obviously, I had to do some research first....In relation to that, I admit to having taken some artistic liberties with the historical facts about the South African serial killer Elifasi Msomi.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
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