I want to nationalise you as my own,
make you much more than my love and wife
where daily I do deposit verses
in the reserve bank of your heart
and constantly I find myself in a state of war,
as if every other can also confiscate you,
as if everyone in this welfare state in Africa
want to and can play taxi with your heart,
the multitude of the proletariat growls at me
where my verses are too full of love and capitalistic
and to me you are more than just another independent-woman,
as you are the beginning and end to each day.
I will write to you a manifesto of love
and confirm it with tears, blood and many kisses.
© Gert Strydom
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