Kwa nqingetje

Nomvula
Please remind them that this is
The very last draw of a straw
Forever in the shadows till the end
This is the wrong end in hand
A whisper from a woman and her broom
Nomvula siyo yivuna
The serpent lost its teeth
Delivered venom without a trace
And the seamstress stuck her needles
Straight to the heart
The joker played a joke
Pulled an act for none to see
And the sun will scratch and scorch the surface
With the dermis
Between the nails