Fingerprints

I was a sleep at night,
nightmares got me tight,
whispering, shouting, and sweat,
woke up in the morning got caught,
homicide you committed last night,
you did it last night another city,
fifty miles from where you got caught,
this proves you are professionally smart,
but we are not the one to cheat,
we must take you in the court,
where you will answer the rest,
it was a wonderful test,
now we are taking you under arrest,
am in the cage facing my fingerprints.

poem by Dickson Mseti
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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