In A Bid To Fight Poverty Poem by Thabani Khumalo

In a bid to fight poverty,
I almost obliterated all the members of the social cluster.
I drew a knife from my belt line
and pushed with the sharp tip and edge
into the stomach of another bad boy like I was.

The girls portrayed to inexplicably love it
especially when we caused each other to bleed
and they adored particularly a boy that went around hurting people.

Our elders were suffering heavily
from a disease called 'logical insensitivity, '
they were also the ones who trained us how to be inhuman
and to be brutal enough to harm and murder people.

We were all monsters that always
looked to chow the weaker castes,
we were a community of serpents
that ought be crashed at the head,
for mama and I are very bad people.