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Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

(08 December 1992 / KwaZulu Natal, Pinetown)

Cutting the edge


I am just cutting the edge
That is why I am here
Saying this again and again to me and you.
Why we are still living under these conditions
Whereas we got freedom?
Is the freedom came with change or just BEE
For chosen people?
Is this freedom for youth to just get pregnant and
Hopping for rewards from government?
For young people to get drunk if it not drugs
And forget about life
I am just cutting the edge

After they sacrifice with their life fighting for liberty
Is this what they die for?
To see the fraud, corruption that is in our government?
Is this our government or just government for their families?
And the rest of us we are just the other?
Why we are still living in shack when Mandela,
Promise us the better houses in 1994.
When my elders dropp their first vote,
They had that's hope of a BETTER LIFE FOR ALL,
To THE MAN it said YOU CAN TRUST
Don't blame me
I am just cutting the edge
My fellow youth still holding their degree in the shack
To death.
Their hustling too much in the street vending.
In the dark we are not scared of the animals
But we are afraid of people who are being satisfied
By the blood of others, by the sweat of others.
You can't hold on what you have
They will grab you and stab you if they didn't shoot you
Is it fair when the musicians we will work hard for survival?
And piracy came with the fake work to the street
For cheap price
Is it true that's it is the survival of the fittest.

I am just cutting the edge
No matter how much we cry…
No matter how much we learned…
No matter how wild and free we are
But if we are still living under poverty and hopeless
Government we are not free
But we are in the country of suffer and no criticizing
I am just cutting the edge

Submitted: Thursday, October 04, 2012

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  • Sangnam Nam (11/6/2012 3:52:00 AM)

    the problems of every nation and of the whole world
    ...
    Only time will heal these wounds (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (10/19/2012 5:00:00 AM)

    I can just sense the inner turmoil in you about a land that hasn't risen to your expectations! Curruption and poverty are there not only in your country but every where in the world! We can only hope and wait for the break of a new dawn with prosperity and better opportunities! Good work Sakhile! ! (Report) Reply

  • Waseem A Malla (10/18/2012 7:18:00 AM)

    This poem is a pce of strong motivation, and a message to a nation whose dreams of life after independence never came true to the optimum. It is not the story of just one nation, this poem describes the problems of every nation and of the whole world as a whole and especially the third world countries, who gained independence from capitalist powers later in history: in the late 20th century.. Good work. (Report) Reply

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