Sizo Hlophe Poet I do not know?

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.

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Vicky Tsiluma September 15, 2012 at 12:54 AM Nicely done Sizo! I like the thought of standing back to analyze the situation. That way we can see the whole picture. Nice!

Poet Destroyer A September 14, 2012 at 2:23 PM I like that, Now I listen,,, i love every contradictions here.. They seem to have lead you to them beautiful lights... enjoyed..pd Sizo Hlophe September 14, 2012 at 2:31 PM I was inspired by how things have turn out in the new South Africa. It not my country but I love their progress.