In these dark, desolate and dilapidated places, despair and melancholy are deeply etched into our faces.
Grief struck our eyes and made them lose their spark.
Our once bright & promising futures have turned dim & dark.
Each day we crawl out of dark pits & fight to remain alive,
despite the heinous, harrowing and horrendous things we are forced to survive.
Joy has become a remote and foreign idea.
It vacated our lives with all the other things we once held dear.
The sun keeps rising but we are engulfed by darkness.
Daily our lives are pulverised while the world silently bears witness.
Why were we born into a world so cold & heartless?
Why do capitalists get to decide that our lives are worthless?
Refiloe Khumo writes as a way of unburdening her mind and soul.