This is my poem to a criminal (Br)other

He was arrested last month, and escaped yesterday but
He went from hole to hole like a beetle last night
Pushing cattle dung was his concern
Policeman like knights were searching for him
Wow !!! there was even a price on his head

Policemen were like young boys who rudely interrupted him.
Kicked our door, first ejected their guns and I wailed to him.
As they abruptly took him to their Van,
and we thought his festive season was to be spent in prison.
His hands were cuffed like a criminal that he is.

Like Makhanda the son of Nxele bullets could not shoot him.
He says he is using intelezi but I say my ancestors are protecting him
For a reason, that he will one day tell the story.
He was re-arrested yesterday.


Maybe he will leave to tell the story of a crime ridden country.
Which is criminalising the impoverished youth.
Even Civil servants help themselves on tax payers money.
The Justice system is epitomising the crime.