Many people have no sense to speak
'Cause, in culture, they are so weak...
When I was Young,
I thought then...
Blossoms from buds
Kids grown to youth...
By Bhekumuzi Mdakane
Water a dying plant...
Aspire to be yourself
For you are...
A
Single...
Oh sonnet, what are you doing to me...
What argument is there?
Charged with little claim...
Bullets and rockets on rampage
Claiming innocent human lives...
All we build are mere shadow
All we mold are mere dust...
Prickly little things
Ranting for the world to come hither, but...
You wear your heart on your sleeve all whilsts...
Of sympathy - yet your shriek echos in...