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to he who i wish could read this poem by David wa Maahlamela

wish these words were parcel-bomb explode in his face when he read this poem, burning are my hands to grab him with throats till he vomits his racial gall, so he can understand that this world is not his father’s...

running chameleon by David wa Maahlamela

flourishing flowers of destiny grow on soil of the past, the reason why back my head i turn: with rotten eggs i was fed, beacon and cheese i’m expected to vomit. how i wish hearts were rubbish bins to be...

No longer you by XorPoodleKong

In my vacant heart, lies shattered dreams, of the nothingness, that I call me. In my broken mind, torn apart at the seam, lies useless nothing, that I call me. You ripped me open, took away all my dreams, these...

Adult Game by Samuel Ndango

The leader decides the rules of the game And how the game is to be played. Speak and no one objects. The people may speak but he has the final say. He may choose to ignore them or grant their...

Study by Alexander Kane

I recline in my seat In front of my desk Puffing on n smoke Looking at a spot on the roof Waiting for it to move I sit upright Snapped back to reality Now looking at a screen Full of...