80s Envisioned
A Saturday morning.
A peek of sun rays as indication,
And as usual
Birds chirp greetings as they pass by,
admiring MAMA as she sings along to
"Another day in paradise".
Mesmerised, Grandfather turns up the volume
on his antique radio.
A ghost smile plastered on his face
as he takes a sip of his African beer.
Oh, how peaceful those days were.
The days of our mothers and fathers
Dancing to "Burn out" by Sipho Mabuse.
Worry quivering
at the scent of peace depicted in the environment.
What a rayful day to envision such,
with fragments of nostalgia never had.
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