she was here,
the girl was here.
mmmh…
Looks staunch, looks like courage, she was saying : it actually is war.
wrangling madness in a car.
Fighting.
Strong.
Eventually falling,
…Yhoo Olo’
she was here…
and warned women:
of the insufficiency of even perfect caution…
& the predatory tendencies of their sauve madness…
I have nothing to say,
But to observe, come to anger & sit here…
& protest through soft text,
about the fault in the masculine,
women remain receivers of their many perpetrations,
from even men beloved of the loudest merit, …
These sauve monsters were/are brandishing relentless war,
inciting unimaginable grief…
And they sit there,
with many entitled to the very life they extinguish in women
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many mental extremes abound here…
every year, history recycles the trauma,
and we’ve been crying over these injustices,
like harassed skeletons in the Republic
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…I pray there’s a collective masculine urge
to resolve the crises arriving with the violence they perpetrate…
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& that the feminine voice may continue to rise,
with even more wailing TO GOD! TO GOD!
& in our mutual (feminine) grief …
to persist in our praying,
To herald comfort for even our children,
For a better South Africa & a better world…
***sigh***
…& even in this righteous delusion
and truly toxic uncertainty
of a nation under masculine siege,
I hope,
…we herald (pray) anyway ✊🏿
Oh! that we keep on praying!
To Modimo Olorato!
Rest in peace Olorato Mongale ❤️
