Rahlagane Mathebe Poems

Art thou in our brain, dear Lord; or thou exist?
I bow on thy appellation and get a muddle -
Rejoinders so alluring that no man can ever resist;
And thy shelters so hard like a shell of turtle.
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How do I love thee?
My heart did I furnish thee to amass,
And there did'st thou unearth a place of olive meadows,
Briskly did my empathy wobble for love?
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Looking hither and thither,
I see dead bodies everywhere;
The world is turning sour and bitter -
Everyday our people drop tears.
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