Pheko Motaung Poems

Men like me live on to be haunted by
The crimes of their criminal conscience
Old soldiers die because thé are evil
I déclare.I was wrong then and now
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In your hour of darkness
When anger wants you to end your
Life and beg nothing from this life
Remember how sweet it is that I love you
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The dead drunk I help
In their inimitable
Way they thank me very
Profusely and fart in my
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In a time of peace
You come to me when you know
That I am alone again
Who breaks the law when the moon
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Rejected by life because
Of money problems
The well meaning wind
Offers me thirst, hunger
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My best friends come first
After a while they sell my car
And feed my child drugs
I love my friends even when they
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