Poetry Bulawayo

Image - sacredwaste.com As state witness I told the court that the ones saying they had been beaten Had done the beating in the rural areas I have never been to the rural areas. They said if I didn’t say what they told me I would get more than broken ribs. Don’t call me a coward One held my hand the other held my other hand A third crushed a log into my ribs A forth crushed my testicles   for good measure As state witness I told the court that the ones saying their buttocks had been burnt their homes had been burnt and their wives raped Were the ones who had actually done those horrible things.