A Save Us From The Hour Of Our Death Story Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

When six slices have to be eaten dry,
was because of the misfortune that befell
a little person.

Standing on the student self-created board,
looking at naughty student art,
the drawing pin is pulled out. It is held
by both lips. In serious anticipation
of who could put up a naked woman riding
a horse. This classroom will shock the nuns.

Everything African has happened already.
Their dresses that sweep the floor
have been used as the umbrellas on rainy days.

To save them from antics this shock,
pull out the nude naughty art.
What happens shocks the drawing pin
on the lips in readiness to pin the truth
Ends up falling into the mouth.

This laughter as the two fight for
the nude artist of the week, continues
has one mouth trying to stifle a laugh
opening. Down a naughty laughing mouth
goes a naughty drawing pin.

The verdict is humiliation plus diagnosis
plus six dry slices of bread eaten dry.
Was this fair you ask? You get a frantic
'No, ' from the class and a the frustrated
of the godly. Two saintly daughters walk
to the hospital for a Jesus induced healing.

If Jesus likes art, surely he should
look at the student art board
and heal me for saving the children
from uttering obscenities with their pens
on sacred spaces. This sacrilege got me here.
This savior of the teen world cannot suffer
for the sins of the children of the children.
God protects generations of the godly.
Hence I am here to tell the tale.
Make sure you remain to tell your story,
of crayon drawings and chalk ones too,
on the pavement of history.

























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