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The Journey

Dear friend,

This letter expresses gratitude,

For the journey we have walked so far,

With you as steadfast solitude companion,

The misses many and the targets very few and small, far apart.

Yet very important that we miss to study.

 

Dear friend,

This letter expresses gratitude,

For the comradely strength,

Through this treacherous and arduous

journey of thousand hi...

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The remembrance

Yesterday I bade farewell to my spirit,

And came to be with you,

To be present in your presence,

To preserve your fragile soul,

To heal your sorrowful spirit.

 

I was with you.

 

How fast time slows down sometimes?

And reverse back to where it ended,

You slaughtered a goat,

And spoke to my spirit,

And burnt the sage incense,

Asking for enlightenment of your ...

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The summary

Gallons embezzled through commissions,

Lawyers-

For once getting money was easier than buoying dead lies in courts,

Many clapped hands for death of their enemies,

At the end few heads were chopped,

To some-

Judges concluded before commissions started.

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Letters to the prince, part 1

Strange life indeed-

It allows our lives to pass through it,

Sometimes it’s easy like breathing

With few letters to be sent home,

Soon everyone forget to remember us.

However at times-

Most times to some of us,

We go through the eye of the needle,

Extruded and shaped for purpose,

Conditioned for difficulties and life privation,

Where the weaker the process of preparin...

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The hero goes away

He departs with praising mouths,

Yet hearts that blame still bleed,

In spirits he ponders how much wonders

Suffix to change bad hearts,

At the end he departs with a heavy heart,

For failure to win the hearts.

His nation failed him.

 

He departs with praising mouths,

Yet at crust lie rotten moths,

His existence brought pollen

To dispossessed souls that were poor,

...

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Many people are dying, dead

Plumes rise up to the skies,

Dwarfing the towering peaks of the Drakensberg and Carlton Centre,

Black smokes darken horizons,

It is funerals, the country is dying.

Many people are dying, dead.

 

Interminable wails from mothers and children alike,

Their cries heard into the heavens,

Children, hungry no food for days,

Children, motherless and fatherless,

Like those born...

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