Lungelo S. Mbuyazi

I'm afraid but
I cannot take in
Your landslide defeat
Every second of my life
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Let love love us all,
For it is us who chose it be
Of a certain tribe and race,
As if we are to win a race
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Oh!
Cry my poems cry...
Pen cannot ink it all
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Politicians may say
It's discrimination,
South Africans felt
It was apartheid,
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I often think I am special,
So I need my space,
There peace comes and whispers:
'Loneliness is a disease, ' sadly
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Like a cute young tree
Bees invaded my kraal;
Hid under my leaves,
During scorching days
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I get home tired at midnight,
With a peach on my hands;
I throw a peach on my couch;
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Be hold, my son.

These customs does not warranties
Customised parenthood and families;
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Be hold, my son.
Thou coins does not grant
A mannered citizen membership.
I know what the nation requires:
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If poetry was war,
I would be a soldier on a stage,
With a pen and paper on my hands.
Ink would be my armor-bearers;
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I'm someone that
With this poem am provoked;
One that my love for
Poetry are all but evoked.
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Bathi okungapheli kuyahlola,
Bhek' usiba lugil' imihlola;
Luthwal' izinguzunga zamadwal' emicabango;
Lufukul' izingebhezi eziqini zobuchopho;
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Oh! Alas!
I've been trying to
Accept but it futile:
Is this for real?
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Xola nhliziyo yami,
Uthando lukwehlulile.
Owayithembisa, uyayithanda; uyalile.
Ingepheph' inhliziyo yay' idabukile;
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There, there you came unexpectedly
Made me love you, need you & want you

You hijacked my eyes;
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When I crushed into you,
My world swiftly crumbled.
Was I picking up the pieces?
On my knees begging you
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O! Most dear!
I came to you as a servant
Now, I live with you like a king.
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Forever your omniscience,
Will live in my heart.
From infancy to manhood,
Taught me to take responsibility;
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When you walked
Into my world,
Within seconds
I went upside down,
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