the judus and PyarersA Poem by Matome MasipaA story from a dream in my mind
We were there, i remember it more than many yesterdays.
Silence loomed over the farmers cutting the summer hays. We had maids, we had bread, we had butter, we had land you could travel for seven days. Then came the Judus and the Pyarers They were respectively the most evil of men and the most heartless of conquerors. They came with the rain and thousands of swords in the hands of traitors and murderous. We were illuminated by the fear and the Wanderers. Wet from our faces, all the way down to our trousers. Drops of water and arrows showered on us, taking some poor b******s last hours A last light hid behind the clouds and lightning gave us ours. There was fear, lowered heads and faces frowning There was blood, scars and a cold as cold as when its snowing. The ground was wet, muddy and the hay was drowning. The cowards turned and ran screaming loud. I turned and ran screaming with the crowd. There was pushing and shoving, And some fell to the ground, Spilling pockets filled with coins never to be found. We had lost our love of gold, for our lives weight more than a pound. And Wise age shy off a century is priceless, so I was once told. Thunder frightened us with a roaring sound. Lightning lit our way once more in the blindness of water and the dark skies. The trees waved in the distance like approaching enemy spies. We stopped. Our bellies empty our feet aching, The Judus and the Pyarers were approaching. Silence loomed over the farmers cutting hays and a sense of hope was lost. Our hands forced. when the only escape was a river deadly in rain than most, I regretted not having that wine and a woman to host, We jumped in the waters and swam like toads Barely able to endure the tense power of water and the threat that death pose I looked back as the water dragged us to the waterfall. There on the hill across the river they stood watching us fall to our deaths .The Judus and the Pyarers; © 2016 Matome MasipaAuthor's Note
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Added on July 28, 2016Last Updated on July 28, 2016 Tags: classical poetry AuthorMatome MasipaPRETORIA, dendron, South AfricaAboutPen name MaddaMoriyah Eliyah, a writer of spiritual awareness of self development of philosophy in writings from poetry novels and theatre. I write with the wave of my life experiences and the voice w.. more..Writing
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