(appears in Bantu Letters)
Ke iphapantšha le thlago
Eke ga ke bone letago la gago
...
A poet tried to be smart with his art
To satisfy his addiction to diction
But lost meaning to rhyme-scheming
He churned out empty lines
...
The wind whirls
And stirs the dust
Leaving the grass with nothing to anchor
...
It’s been three years
And no progress on my request
To home affairs.
As a consequence
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