Beams So Sharp They Hurt The Eyes Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

When ideas poke the mind
So sharp their edges
Come at you like beams
So tired of jabbing and
Being unheeded they stay
There and turn where they hurt
The onlookers who will
Not say no, with a voice
So big it causes the furniture
To shake.

What irks us is that the
Jab has always meant respond,
But what do you do when the
Knowledge is out there rolling
On the slopes of cyberspace not
Easy to tame anymore and the tweets
Are coming out like birds bombing
The earth?

It hurts the eyes like sharp,
Beams yet they called cyberspace
Social as if it was friendly yet
Its bite is worse than that of
A serpent, because it is self
Propelling and moves forward,
With an in built ability to hurt.
Beams of light that remain piercing
One spot long after the car has passed.
The poison from the syringe
Remains and spreads way beyond the
Four walls of bright screens into
The four cardinals of the earth.