KNIFE

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I’m so, so sorry;-
But I cannot fix what I have done,
My words have since traveled like a lorry,
A lorry loaded with goods that has gone-
To the market, the market of life.

I cannot undo what I have said,
Either out of rage, bitterness or frustration,
My words have become a demonstration
Like gunmen in a public raid,
Just as a frustrated young wife
Rebels against the homestead;
These things my words have made
Has become a deep neck wound by a knife.