The threats against my sanity
keep me sharp
not awake at night

I am cunning cause of my wounds
Bound up into a tone of bitter flesh
Emitting an odour
Only I can smell - an adour keeping me alive in this mad game called life.

Who knows it
feels it

The threats against my sanity
keep me sharp
not awake at night

I lick no wounds
no more
I leave them
fester
A pungent reminder of this treacherous  path

Wounds have morphed into eyes
looking backwards - sideways - as I propel forward - gas leaking everywhere - radar broken

The threats against my sanity
keep me sharp
not awake at night

saddle up dear reader
You too are wounded
Ride like devil's calvary is up on your bumper
Strike like the power of the high veld  thunder
And disappear like a drop in the orange river
They are after your kind
fight old rider
fatigue is not your salvation
your dagger your only way to your true emancipation
fear them no more - they have laid their eyes on you
send your doppelgänger - and get lost in the crowd - after you have struck at the heart of the beast - western civilization

western civilization
the true enemy of humanity
fight like sankara
fight like lumumba
Fight like Dingani
**** the queen

The threats against my sanity
keep me sharp
not awake at night
I have seen your agenda
Your sport of drinking black blood
will end.