Tomorrow,

When they are gone

All of them-

Those brain death rapists

Those hook worms

Arrow and spear hole their head

Tomorrow,

When they return

All of them-

Those impotent drain brains

Those mountain goats

Crown and cowtail honour their head

Tomorrow,

When we are no more

Destroyers and Builders

Fountainheads and falseheads

Must iron it out

Tomorrow,

When worms and goats

All of us-

All of them-

Deconstruct bobo match-maker’s aim

And truly

Shall this bride become

Robot  Villager

# 1 Tomorrow, when they are gone. All of them. Those brain death rapists....Read the full article. Posted by Robot| 08.08.2006 07:19

NJDiaspora  JJC

# 2 Is there any way you can give us a context to this well written poem? I can only guess that more than 90% of readers will get the meaning. For the sake of people like me please give a context so we too can enjoy what others have enjoyed. Biko NJDee Posted by NJDiaspora| 08.08.2006 08:38