I close my eyes
And see walls painted in blood
My mother cries
And her tears resemble
The color of pain

I close my eyes
And picture a teenager`s innocence
Stolen by priest
Preaching the Lord`s gospel
While his actions are
The praises of the devil
I close my eyes and wonder
What would I do if it
Were to happen to my mother`s own
Flesh and blood

I open my eyes

But still these visions of pain
Torment me from sunrise till sunset,

I stand still In front of a mirror
And see reflections of pain
Reflect of me wounded and bloody
Next to my reflection
I see a woman crying
Over the grave of her first-born child
And at times

I picture a nail penetrating these hands
And wonder how the messiah felt

I close my eyes
And see walls painted in blood
My mother cries
And her tears resemble
The color of pain

Knowledge and wisdom
Replaced with a rifle against my forehead
Love and happiness with an assegai
Against my heart beat

I picture fathers using babies
To calm an erection
Teachers using education
For sexual satisfaction
An African woman losing her virginity
To a rapist

And young boys sexually attracted
To their grandmothers
Grown up men molesting their own daughters
Just imagine a boy
Raping his own mother
A priest becoming a rapist

I should say no more

Except that,

I close my eyes
And see walls painted in blood
My mother cries
And her tears resemble
The color of pain