Poetry Bulawayo

Dear lord Perhaps I am being sinful But I have one question To ask One that makes papa* Lower his eyes And talk of the weather And O Dear lord Mama* told me that Only bad kids Ask such silly questions And I got a jolly Good spanking My Sunday school teacher Miss Ncube speaks greatly of you That you are Gentle and loving But now O Lord I cannot wait any longer And I don’t care If I am disobeying Papa, mama and Miss Ncube For their lips are always Tight and hard Dear Lord Jesus Christ Why does the man Down the road Have only one leg?

Image -  http://thefirstdrop.deviantart.com knuckles gnarled & calluses carved from a life of toil one hand bent as if attempting a fist the other open & stretched upwards van gogh begging salvation from a god deaf or apathetic