Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Rookie - 76 Points [Ofentse Mercy Hajane] (1992-04-23 / South Africa/ Johannesburg/ Krugersdorp/ Munsieville)

Ofentse Mercy Hajane Poems

1. The Ambulance 4/6/2013
2. Possessed And Puppeted [religion] 4/6/2013
3. Beowulf's Death 4/6/2013
4. Faded Emotion 4/7/2013
5. Swimming Home 4/7/2013
6. Metal Let Me Die 4/7/2013
7. The Kiss Of Death 4/15/2013
8. Turning Dreams Into Reality 5/4/2013
9. Thy Is An African 4/6/2013
10. 23 11/6/2013
11. Atheist Plead For Freedom 11/7/2013
12. Damned I 11/7/2013
13. Dark Mirror 11/7/2013
14. Forgive I O' Lord 11/16/2013
15. Famine 11/16/2013
16. Gabriel's Interview (Interview Series4) 11/16/2013
17. God's Interview (Interview Series 2) 11/16/2013
18. He At The End Of Two Routes 11/16/2013
19. How Could Thee Be Selfish Moon? 11/16/2013
20. I Am 11/16/2013
21. I Gave My Name 11/16/2013
22. Joshua 11/16/2013
23. An Angel 11/7/2013
24. Come O' The Face Of Earth 11/7/2013
25. Damned Ii 11/7/2013
26. Dark Love 11/7/2013
27. Me And The Owl 11/17/2013
28. Lost In Paradise 11/17/2013
29. Michael’s Interview (Interview Series 4) 11/20/2013
30. Mjölnir 11/20/2013
31. O.M.G 11/20/2013
32. Perfection 11/20/2013
33. Persecution Of A Kaffir 11/20/2013
34. The Prayer Of The Faithless 11/21/2013
35. Raphael's Interview (Interview Series 3 11/21/2013
36. Sweet Suicide 11/21/2013
37. Rebirth 11/21/2013
38. My Life Long Affair 11/20/2013
39. My Mother 11/20/2013
40. Nature's Cry 11/20/2013
Best Poem of Ofentse Mercy Hajane

I Am An African Child



I am an African child.
How do I know this?
Because I listen to sounds of life long lived.
Do not cite me any parchment of thine god,
For we all know there's no such.
I know that because I am an African child.
When you wake up in the morning,
I ask you not to pray for me,
'cause prayer can never be traded in for food,
For salvation,
For recognition,
Nor for love.
I am an African child,
I know.
When they said hide the truth in the book,
They also hid a lie besides it.
Three guesses what my brother chose!
I know this because ...

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The Ambulance

Flashing red
Flashing blood

Despair throttle down my spinal cortex
Reason lost in shock
Washed by the sound of a howling motor vehicle.
One that befriended death
Or was it its twin?
It stood open like an alligator basking in the sun.

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