Girl

She wants to elope to the other side
where God and his angels reside
perhaps there, there's true love

down here in the cess,
where for many of us, the world is really not our home,
she's had to do things
things like...

His transgressions are his to hide
but hers are unforgivable, or so I heard,
No one wants to claim
 her buldging womb,
the bastard  dogded the onus,
and fled to Jo'burg
 I am not sure...

Redeem  her from the cess
and forgive her Lord,

May she rise from the ashes,
and soar beyond her circumstance.
tell her to hope,
tell her to be strong,
and mostly tell her not to quit...

I'm finally home.
but in this house, only renowned poets retire,
so the refuge  here, is not quite desesrved.
I wish they'd take me to another oasis
wherein, known or unknown we all belonged,
and there I'd share my gift
with hyprocrites and saints alike,
for I am  looking for an intellectual debate
more than that its resolution,
                       I want this generation to talk about :

                         oppulence and social injustice.
                        the distribution of wealth and the bravery to command it.
                        speaking about this and knowing when not to...

though a man must exercise reasoned patience
and speak with caution about the queries in his heart,
 someone must vocalise these things,
problems and their solutions, adress them and then people will progress
Though some may hate you ,
speak the truth,
Unless if  man's favour and applause are all you seek...

perhaps I might brave the chaos,
and rest for those that listen with their temper.
and speak for those that have tried to on their own,
maybe then , this change I long for will be realised...
 One day I will,
I think Ghandi compels me to...