Yesterday, Now

Written by: Sizo Hlophe

Yesterday I sang,
Now I listen.

The violent past shaketh the skin I wear,

The race has disfigured these breathing 
spaces.

Yesterday I thought,
Now I hear,

They speak of war heroes and their budget 
share,

Riddles of politicians who feed on tales and 
implement on beings.

Yesterday I walked, 
Now I stand

Watch the war of expression, discomfort 
and discontent.

Love: a tale they knew, inherited and will 
be told.

Yesterday fires,
Now beautiful lights. 

South Africa.