To every cloud there is a silver lining,
To every beginning there is an end,
Succumbing to the ambivalence,
My heart will never rest,
Unable to ignore the turmolous life of my brothers in servitude,
Life seems to me nothing other than modnight in Soweto.
With a palid face, decisions I make to cope with what life has thrown my way,
C'est la vie.
But for how long with it last?, is futile servility,
Emotions all burst out like a conflagoration,all integrated-love, hatred, fufillment, all but regret,
Cause as I lay down my pen, with a smile on my lips,
Feeling fufilled, I approach what the majority dread,
The inevitable, the beginning of complete serenity........ The end.
