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Yesterday, Now

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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 9/15/2012 12:54:00 AM
Nicely done Sizo! I like the thought of standing back to analyze the situation. That way we can see the whole picture. Nice!
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Date: 9/14/2012 2:23:00 PM
I like that, Now I listen,,, i love every contradictions here.. They seem to have lead you to them beautiful lights... enjoyed..pd
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Sizo Hlophe
Date: 9/14/2012 2:31:00 PM
I was inspired by how things have turn out in the new South Africa. It not my country but I love their progress.

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