Ofentse Mercy Hajane Poems

Deep beneath the breathless
I looked under their self-fashioned skin of pale pain
Hunger had struck their lands
With smiles of famine it held them captive from reality.
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From the very eager and wet of days'
There have been songs.
Played right by the gods who have seized to exist,
But exist only as mortals.
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Tip toeing through the silver stabbing night grass.
A faceless infant scatteredly gazes the night sky.
Stars reaping across the dark blanket,
Maybe their hopes were to set free the light beyond to the ground.
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To my mother who mingles and merry make with my ancestors,
To my brother who they keep the fable blade of danger just as that.
To my sister who grew to be the canal of will they bask in.
And to my friend who those of his ancestors remains part of me still.
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I stood outside the walls of a maze.
Two exits stood watching my paralyzed face.
My eyes sizing my chance way through,
But none seem to comfort the thought of survival.
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Looking through a broken window,
The sun shining gloomily,
Theming the dark ash forest.
Pain felt from under the soles of my feet.
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I gave my name to a snake
Just to discipline of its sake
I never knew what it meant
But for reasons to unbend
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"I'm afraid to live…"
Cried a woman
"In a world seized under the arms of those who proclaims themselves my superiors.
I am afraid to live,
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Hark! Behold my welcome, dear one.
These halls did wait for thee.
Thy interest in my affairs is known...
(Please, take a seat.)
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Verily, my parrot was most wise in his proclamation,
Though I must admit my faith did falter for a moment or two.

Ho, Raphael!
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