Tainted Saints by Thabang Ngoma

Poetry Potion | September 19th, 2014 | a poem a day challenge, poetry | No Comments


Fists in the air – strike
Bombs that blow the economic collapse
Propaganda that harms
The goldmines we farms

Toi toi
Is nie mooi mooi

When Botha died we sighed
When uTata died we smiled
When Biko died we cried
Freedom – the tears have dried

Though the struggle has become a parable
The long walk for us the able bodied is impossible
Winnie a queen who lost her throne
She’s still to define her role

They left us an inheritance
A wealth of lessons
Of importance
Of humanity and tolerance
Of forgiveness and bargaining
But where do we begin

What Verwoerd lacked in legislation
Democracy lacks in implementation
In imagination and reconciliation…
The rainbow nation lacking colouration

Poet Bio

I’m an aspiring writer and enjoy reading and the challenge of composing and writing poetry. I also enjoy reading encyclopedia to broaden my scope of knowledge. I am also a sketch artist & long distance-runner.


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