Siphiwe ka Ngwenya

I am

kill

joy

I am

kill

joy

I am sad hope

dangling on a rope

I weave warm words

cause havoc to political heads

I ignite fire in frozen hearts

steer the mind into light

I possess poems more sober than sermons

move mountains

create fountains

I come like torrential rains

cleansing red stains

I am

killjoy

I kill joy

I soothe constant pain

from festering wounds

I poke

I am multitudes of drowned voices

crying out in silence

I lose not my temper

in times of violence

stubborn words surge through me

like a piercing knife

I am poetic rich

lose not my pitch

I spit rage on the page

I am ghetto/metropolitan/rural/oral/killjoy poet

sorrow is what I bring

red/dread//dead roots I sing

I hypnotise/demonise/legalise the truth

I see nothing fine

when the sun shines

I mock the poet

singing praise in parliament

I cause a predicament

reveal poverty

in our liberty

I am

killjoy

I am

kill

joy

I rave until I kiss my grave

I rant till I run out of wealthy words

like a river gone dry

I sigh at the blooming lie of flowers

I appreciate/retaliate/dedicate

my poetry to liberate

and dissect my infatuation

I am

kill

joy

I am killjoy

I am killjoy

I am kill

joy

killjoy!