Look at this, look at what they made you give
Call us the wind
A cold void with no identity
We whirl and whirl
Into infinity.
Like canines
We chase our own tails
Cannibals!
On the lines of our own history
We pursue our tales.
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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...
