Nightfall In Soweto - Oswald Mtshali
Nightfall comes like a dreaded disease
seeping through the pores
of a healthy body
and ravaging it beyong repair.
A murderer's hand
lurking in the shadows,
clasping the dagger
strikes down the helpless victim
I am the victim.
I am slaughtered every night in the streets
I am cornered by the fear
gnawing at my timid heart;
In my helplessness I languish.
Man has ceased to be man
Man has become beast
man has become prey.
I am the quarry to be run down
by the maruading beast let loose
by cruel nightfall from his cage of death.
Where is my refuge?
Where am I safe?
Not in my matchbox house
where I barracade myself against nightfall
I tremble at his crunching footsteps,
I quake at his deafening knock at the door
Open Up! he barks like a rabid dog.
Why were you ever created?
Why can't it be daytime?
Daytime forever more?
a poem I discovered last week as part of my English studies in Year 12, its a brilliant poem and I've already memorized it off by heart! its so heartfelt and dramatic, it has a lot of imagery and has a story behind it about a black man living in a shanty town fearing dark. Nightfall is like a representation of all the evil bad things that come out at night.