Cries from Soweto Ashes to ashes dust to dust when shall we stop ubieting our bald sons? or when shall we cease nursing our uglified rape victims? songs of sorrow...
Fun filled days of my yesterpast How I wished it would forever last Thunders didn't rumble when we met But something more than natural we did felt Back then when...
Behold the night As black as the sour-faced tar Harvest season for soul hunters Behold the night I say, season without light Enthralled uncanny feeling On the residents of the...
She came from a region Where men ignored their cultures They formed a religion And made their gods with sculptures She asked how long I pray to my God For...
A time shall come when the prolific garden in our heart shall burn down to ashes A time shall come when nightmares assail our sleep, chastising dreams with unleashed terror....
Tell crusaders of lies the truths They never wished to hear from mouths: Lies wont sell, buyers broke to pay, On that day; long awaited day. None is present at...
Happy. Chatter, Laughter, giggles, And sound from happy children, As in fine and beautiful story. At supper; Father sits in-between wives All flanked by children, Eating, drinking, merry. But like...