Wen
Deelnemer-wenner van tong en van lip
wys my hoe my kanse my dalk mag ontglip
Gereed en gesond en geoefen - Daar staan
die groot opponente. Elkeen in sy baan
Gespierd opgewarm - hul intimideer
‘n sielkunde oorlog. Hoe kan ek probeer?
‘n Knallende wegspring gee voorsprong aan my
Die ander atlete het agter gebly
Sal ek as ‘n wenner die wenprys behaal?
As ek nog my aandag op reuse bepaal?
Die leidsman word leier selfs as daar nie toon
‘n testosteroon wat sy krag mag beloon
Aanhouer wenner indien ek kan slaag
om steeds in die wenplek my kanse te waag
Vermoë om te ywer, te swoeg en te stry
Ek’s eerste die wenstreep en mylpaal verby!
‘n Lekker gevoel – Waar die res kon verloor
Die groot, regte wedloop
…lê steeds vir my voor
Categories:
wen, courage,
Form: I do not know?
I will go,
Since i'm now called ,
A useless glutton
That only ruin
the meager flesh
of your barn
And offer to you not
My sinews .
Worry not,
For i will go!
Even my foot prints
i shall carry along.
The crow of the roosters
shall meet me
At my father's old hut
Where you said,
I ate annually.
I will go back
To where i belong
And where you picked me
May be to the thousand years
Old farm visited by menopause
But it is when i am gone,
You will realize
i was the beast of burden
That loaded your mountainous
Hunchback!
When i am gone,
My name AFRICA too
Shall forever rest
And my bent_back
Shall be no more
The table of your feet
When in leisure!
i shall have my mouth
Free off the filth of your anus.
Categories:
wen, africa, allegory, anger, betrayal,
Form: Free verse