I sleep by day and I forage by night
I am the pelican
That hunts by night
I am the Manakadan I
Dine alone at midnight
I am the bee I sleep
All day long but stay out
Of the reach of my sting
When my stomach groans
Like a croc to hunger
I sleep by day and forage
By night.The day is bad
The sun is too polluted
Don't tell me
The day's bad news
My night's been bad enough
I sleep by day
I forage by night
I make my nightly forays
Past houses I hear
The muffled cries
And the night piercing
Screams.Don't tell
Me you were on the scene
The day belongs
To the kind and the moody
Everything that happens
With good intentions
Is a crime by night
I sleep by day
At midnight I step out
To collect their corpses
Don't tell me
The day's bad news
My night's been bad enough
I sleep by day
I forage by night
Somebody who is
A university graduate used
To come to me
In the night
I mixed the juju man's
Potion for him
He gets a good salary now
Others are happy mothers
Today they come to the
Shrine of crisis at midnight
And they chant the good
Fortunes of their good luck
Happy so so marriages
That's just to show how
Powerful these midnight
Forays into the heart
Of the lonely night are
And I am the high priest
Of the night who
Cures these people because
The economies of the world
Are crumbling though the
Crystal ball doesn't say how
I sleep by day and I forage
With the best by night
So many lose their lives
In the secret highways in
Broad daylight under your nose
And you being a trigger
Happy cop and all that
You guys are born
To miss the action
But I can feel you
And you were half-half trained
To see in the day but I can
Be a whole handful
To you in the night
So you got to consider retraining
It'll make you
The more efficient killer
With the calculating
Precision heart of the croc
Don't tell that
To your ill disciplined superiors
One must be careful these days
One can't kill with impunity anymore
And the good governance boys
Are on the loose and the
Law makers are stingy to let
A man get away with the
Whim of the immunity
And a powerful rap on the knuckles
The world has changed to be a wimp
In the last ten to fifteen years
Don't tell me who
Robs them by day just bring
Their bones
To me by candle light
We'll talk in the night
If the price is right
I will tell you
The bad news of the night
I will only be too
Willing to hear and
To know what's been happening
Behind my back
During the day
So good night to you
And tell the undertakers
You know me and they'll
Live you alone
If you quote my name
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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