The lies were worn in fake caps
Their smiles were born out of state debts
And thought that we survived slavery
But our lives were drowning in the deep seas of poverty
As days went on with months
Each night faded with no lights
As months ran towards those years
Water was scarce in all our painful spheres
I recall them shouting 'service delivery'
But the sun has set with no liberty
On such,
Questions and answers that are value less as much
Fit and proper but incompetent
Honesty and integrity but corruption
Skills and diligence but mismanagement
Manifesos and policies, but selfishness
here is a voice telling the truth of the society, the hypocrisy of the politicians, the sad lot of the have not.A saga of the deprived.....Loved this job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the firmness of your thought and vigor in the expression always floats the reader's mind with an infinite feel........how is it enough? ? to end up a write with few lines with ur pen...........ink is so deep........hope to read more of ur works.........and about this write each line is written with droplets of wisdom.......truly good work! !