Victims we are
We are surely and utterly victims!
We are the lost seeds
The scorched watermelons,
We live from day to day
Terrified of fray
Yet we live
This very day
- everyday-
- As if this desert will ever pay.
- The stars
- Eyes now ours
- Space what we consider dreams
- They shine brightly, enough-faintly
- So as to make Youth scream
- Not realising that our vision has been off creamed.
- Engine hearts
- Now spur us.
- Every beat clamorous
- But this now our part
- Inharmonious
- Yeah , yeah, that is us
Dead art and not serious.
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The Virgin Anthology(2013)
ПоэзияLungelo 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...
