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featured poem: Why shed blood for bread? by Morula Wa Kutukgolo

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1]With freedom I walk the streets. With joy My body bouncing like a brand new ball. That suddenly feels flattened as I freeze, Fixing my eyes on the side-street. Packed with petrified Brothers and sisters,...

father by Morula Wa Kutukgolo

Take over my fears, Take over my frustrations. Demolish every dreadful thought, The devil delights in me thinking. With your word, Rebuild my mind And reinforce it With the powerful blood of Christ Jesus.

Private Property by Morula Wa Kutukgolo

Take care, Don’t tear me down. Solid and standing You found me, You have no idea How much love went into making me. Him who made me, Says I am his private property. Him who constructed me, Says I am...

Beautiful Woman by Morula Wa Kutukgolo

[tabby title="Poem"]Beautiful woman! Borrow me your hair, Long and smooth, So I can also look beautiful. With heels let me attain your height, And perhaps like you stand out. Stand still, Let me carefully study you, So I can master...

Light Of My Life by Morula Wa Kutukgolo

Scattered stars, Across the sky, Shine their last light out. Igniting a spark of thought In my mind, A burning desire to see you As the sun comes shining down. Awake with arising anticipation I watch as they one by...