Untitled…(Sonnet 2)

When Afrika is seen not heard

All mothers mewl for they are so

With Afrika portrayed absurd

A father’s place is soon let go

 

While Afrika by fools is tamed

That brother hunts for joy with lead

With Afrika her pluck contained

See masters who with string are led

 

But none like I cry foul when taxed

Nor turn our backs in rush of gold

Our vigour on this path shan’t lax

Nor on its own like banking fold

 

So Afrika fear not old friend

Reality is yours to bend.

 

Thabiso Nkoana©2013-04-23

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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