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)
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