I love your spirit against the times,
you perhaps need to open your poet sight until
you rate yourself as the very best upon South African soil.
Only then would I have done my work.
Only then will I be free.
Young poet,
you shall only rise if you learn
to follow the ways because there is a way
to everything and have got to learn them prior to finding yours.
Do not be arlamed by what I say,
the war of words is looming and this time
you are going to need to grow and be strong enough
to face rivalry who happen to be completely strong.
Otherwise we as poets,
our days are very much numbered
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem