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Thabo Nonyana Poem
Observe; glance to see
Ow my word-this is so much of these slaves,
I hear they talk swag
Living to be trendy enough
Living to get the tag
Giving an impression of how they possess the truth
of vanity,
Nike's mark as a flag
Louis Vuitton's loafers has to bring justification,
From getting attention to forbidden respect
Attention
From the budget they reserve
To wild spending of honesty
Only to let the poor observe
Alteration
Nevertheless Mandela's tribulations had to be for
This young lady's Gucci
Empowered slaves
Jesus' Crisification is ironically given gratitude,
Like our lives are at wage-money
Brings some attitude
Like uprising & loving the mirror from any latitude
Unknowingly our grace we let darkness intrude,
We starve for spiritual truth,
Spiritual food
Ego surely is some messed up pursuit,
If the next generation will ever experience the
epitome of real humanity...
Let us feel free to fly.
If not,
Let us love one another not love the status of money
but of God in all sanity,
Even if its like insanity,
Let us not live only to die...
The vagueness behind your statute is just the worst
profanity,
More like
A
Slave
Of
Vanity!!
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Thabo Nonyana Poem
One moment to be
This moment I breathe
Put on glasses & glance to see
As I say I'm sweating success &
decree
Woahw,they be looking for
faults
I'm choking over their words
Charge me with herts not volts
This mind is for goodness God
molds
Now Of late I barely see my
path
I was on a quest to finding
Thabo
But he was locked in a cage of
wrath
Living dark-light from sorrow
I feed this seed within my soul
I circulate this hallow doubtful
hole
I consist of fire from life's hard
coal
This heart is iced up as south
pole
Criticized like some public
opinion poll
Success is my only option
Failure's not
Not "gentleman"-he went for
adoption-I now take the big
shot.
prosperity & I are tying the knot
No love in my life's court
As long as there's breathe
within this simple body
I shall lose myself through lights
with Phalodi
I'll find myself in aftermath's
recovery
Then Testify of this path as a
new discovery
I lost fate
But still I remain great
So I seek no mate
losing me Is a gate
Leading me to escalate
..To a new golden state
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Thabo Nonyana Poem
Weak minded is my tag,
You foresee failure in me.
I haven't had a reason to brag,
A loser I'm bound to be..
The greatest love,
Was in my vivid imagination,
I grasped it with my faith's glove,
But it slipped from life's conviction.
A sense of pride is in need,
But I can't while I walk in your shadows.
I were to remain wrong even in a good deed,
I'm filled with sorrows..
Why do I feel so sad?
I can't fight the feeling,
Of not being good but bad,
I seem to be crawling or kneeling...
A taste of appreciation is rare,
All I ever did was love you,
But you filled me with fear,
Crisis is what remained true.
I ask for a second of summer,
To pause from the shiver,
Whilst the cold lurks around the corner-
This agony extends to a nile river.
I fell in affection,
But I remained the blame,
I yearned for protection,
But agony became less tame.
Confusion ruled my world
Threats adorned my thoughts
I lived a story which was not told
But succeeded from all your plots....
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