In moments like these
-times of unease-
We hug hideous Death.
Take care O disorientated delinquents
Time too has its period.
I pray you beseech of your selfish selves
Which game has no referee?
Which house no land lord?
Which realm no monarch?
Our lives are in anarchy and Earth is a cemetery.
We wiggle and wither in warfare against our unwise selves
Homicide our suicide and from that we gain preposterous pride.
Unlock the shackles of your mind
Live and let live
Have a newborn's premiss-alive and kicking.
Here cometh the Crown!
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The Virgin Anthology(2013)
PoetryLungelo B. Mokoena goes all out in giving life to his first poetic ensemble. This Anthology accomodates all people because it has a layer upon each layer, and should be broken down to find its simplest meaning. For an 18 year old, this young man is...
