their foolishness[inspired by the latest xenophobic attacks in south africa]

what is the root of this foolishness

this very dangerous foolishness

killing your own kith and kin

much to the amusement of your detractors

yearning to be hewers of wood

still crying to be drawers of water

crying out loud for menial jobs

derailing that struggle for resources

poems on persecution[fighting corruption]

the heat is on

congregating in evil places

just to plot evil schemes

to shed this innocent blood

they shall not prosper

their schemes will prevail

but only for a little while

for my maker is a fighter

not against flesh and blood

they shall soon be smitten

it was a sling and a stone

little david slew goliath

bury them now in their own pits

in the crevices

brimming with buffoonery

he came out of the closet

a foul mouthed idiot

forgetting his glass jaw

many in the crevices

waiting for a non existent victory

they will get a whacking

the time for that is nigh

killers on the prowl

the story will fall into place

the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle

the lips of the righteous will teach many

fools will die for want of wisdom

my maker shall protect me

the mouths of the wicked are open

that warrior blood should arise

now it is needed the most

the killers bay for my blood

that mighty force shall shame them

the annihilation

that fake smile is gone

the predator snarl is out

now we are at daggers drawn

the battle lines are drawn

run wicked one , run

take refuge before its too late

your empty talk gets you nowhere

your troops shall be annihilated