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Dear Son by Xihluke Mlangeni

XIHLUKE MLANGENI | Oct 27th, 2021 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

With tears flowing fluently like the Xithuve river
I write this to you my son, to let you know
That things are never what they seem.
Even those who call themselves are not saints
Nor are doctors who will smile at you on your birthday
Welcoming you to a home of people who
Cannot differentiate between love and hate
A world where people are hurt and broken
Where people wear expensive suits to cover up their evil deeds
Their perfect charm and smiles to cover up flaws deep inside
With tears flowing fluently like the Xithuve river
I want my silent voice to speak of hope to you

Poet Bio

Xihluke Mlangeni,
Dedicated, caring and creative.
Who wonders if there is life in other planets
Who fears that we may be destroying our own planet

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