After The Bullet

After the bullet
After the last cry
Doldrums of commotion
Impregnated cloud of salt
Rising smoke of the cremated
Emotional rampage of anger
Black shot carnage of fright
Dark times, dull lies
Repeated rhetoric of conscious

After the bullet it dawned
A morning on the wings of stars
Of burial and rebellion
Smoking out caged nkwezules
Flashing fiery machetes of pride
Fear and more tears
Ricocheting blank dark thoughts
More blasts and clashes
For we triumphed with will and zeal