Pheko Motaung Poems

ek is jaloers
die diewe word bederf
en ek wil ook in
balingskap gaan sit in
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In the lonely house
She is forced to entertain
The paying customers
She prays that he wiil come
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I cannot be surly
and cynical and pour
Scorn on your well
Meaning innocent love
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Unto myself
I promise myself that I will
Love my fellow humans irrespective
Of gender or race
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The desert dreamer comes
Sailing out of a sea of
A desert of rough sea sand
And he carries a scar on his
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Will you call me and
Bring me close to you
And thenceforth make me
Your true live in lover
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May the new moon rise
With a glow of love and pity
On my little sister she has
Served every man who scores the
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The world is a house
On fire of it's many
Atrocities and hatreds
Me and you my baby
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Torn apart by when you want to hear
If mine are still the footsteps of trepidation
When I come to your bed and beg to be loved
I am alerted to the frighteful and delightedful
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