Accidentalized

Some are removed quickly with rhythmical pace
like the picking of leaves at a tea farm in Thyolo

some are hacked by sharp Machetes. Marred like bodies

Lain on the road side of a Rwandan street

some without pain a bullet straight to the arterial lobe
Like Martin on the balcony of Motel Lorraine

Some are crashed and smashed by the mangled car

Their long trips cut short by the little gods’ blood sport

Some jump from high the window o! How brave you were brother

And how cowardly your colourful actions or was it the Devil who said.

Jump! Or I will have you accidentalized.