Take me there ow corset!
Thy tease the eyes and tame the heart
Chasing the brains to tranquility
I see no Cause to fight nor flight
...
What choice did i have
but to appreciate my two feet without shoes
my two eyes to see, some are blind...
...
The wind blows strong
Neatly it gathered filth
by the street gutters
I am now to confess
...
Weeping old doors
Neighs a traveler
The house is empty
...
Hamb'uhambe Madiba usenzile
Mvana ndini ubungumntu kakade
Wasibamba sathozama iskhwakhwalala
Nkunzi ndini kaXhosa
...
A fault of Peasants
To yield senseless intimidation
And unworthiness from the sad bullies
Driven by greed and barbaric nature
...
I am by birth a writer
That by ease nor hard routes should
Soon rise to the pedestal of
History and divine wisdom
...
I might offend-you
for being honest;
tears and blood are
to me brethren, though
...
Let the cypress grow
miles, thousands of
miles from my house;
I shall not acquaint death.
...
A poet must write wisdom
should he was born and
trampled on feet across
sweet thorn fields
...