A Letter To Steve

Dear Steve, My vigor is exhausted as a revolutionary with a cause My spirit is trapped in a dwindling dream By capitalist creams Enticing my mental stream A forgotten face am I in the aftermath of a conscious mutiny My heart is desolate For the masses are desperate And the land no longer intimate A drought has starved my earth coloured cheeks of sorrowing rain Supremacy is still fair Our treasures still there For their own there’s no care Inequitable acts have been employed to sack our novelty My centre rings constantly For trusting comradery A forced discipline not hearing me Aubuti Bantu, a eba fela ele mantswe Ebile nako ya gago e fetile Khutso (Thabiso wa ga Nkoana : 2006)