The night caught me
When the day left my ***
It embraced me
Called me its child
I fought its querying zeitgeist
I whispered
It was trying to help

Brought to its kingdom
I was forced to observe
I saw the king
What a *****
The queen tried to trick me
Saying she wanted to help

Signs of the snake in the grass
Made me run with the group
I don’t want to be last

We laboured long
Pulling the truth up
From the root of its weave
Seeing lies and trick
Our mind could not conceive

Obedience
The ***** whispered to me
That is all ask for
You will get a tall glass or ****
In the canteen of my mind
I bartered for some
Shut the **** up soda
A red roti
Dripping the blood of my ancestors

I used the benediction
Saluted the moon
And prepared to write fiction