If you manufacture one, A Gun!
Carry one, A Gun!
Hold one at a gunpoint…
That is filled with gunpowder,
Very much like it is at war…
In the ghost-town of townships…
You seek for A son, A brother, A father, A friend…
A daughter, A sister, A mother, A friend…
You seek for this to KILL!
Motswalo Mansoe was born and raised in Limpopo in a village called Phokoane. He has been writing poetry since high school and participated in TSOL. An upcoming poet with a lot of determination to make it in the poetic world.