Gloria Seseng (1977 November 18 / NW South Africa)
Out of your depth
Look… through the windowpane!
All in a streamline!
Sitting on top of the corporate world roof!
Differing from being on the road!
The shape of modern mental is not speaking!
Eighty percent harshly lashed to rags! ’
Throw mind concert of silver sand,
a play of golf on a private jet!
With a tale on classified earth globe,
ambition becomes entirely lawful!
Money does not have colour!
What is of Pirate, fights in Sahara!
Sailing unreasonably through season chats!
Gloria Seseng's Other Poems
- ...the world is too much with us!
- A little red rose state
- A mocking fowl
- A ribbon of hearts
- Africa a birth place...
- Every dawn rests in place
- Evil deeds solidly appear in torso
- Flashback! Escape from Egypt
- Gravity of our situation
- I had spoken once
- I think you know…!
- Mad in pursuit
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