Written by: Chris Ngomane


I see black people detaching themselves
From their roots
Burrying the truth that once lived
On the miners boots

I see the black youth leaving school
Thinking , damn we’re so cool 
Yet they die too soon.

I see red tears flowing out of old black women’s eyes,
They can’t do anything
 but cry.

I see black women evolving hate in this hopeless state
Trying to concentrate on giving love
But the one they get 
In return is fake.

I see old black women
 re-teaching their children how to love  and care
but everytime they try
its like they shoot themselves 
in the heart with a bullet of fear.

I see black people detaching themselves
From the truth......
Forgetting their ancestors roots.

By.  Chris Ngomane