Moses Moreroa Poems

Artillery designed to last for years but demolish in seconds
Massive tanks mounted high to tramp on the helpless
Live ammunition mastered for extracting life from life itself.
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Oh, no! Azania,
Stop licking at your wounds.
For the genius architect of apartheid accepted his downfall
Long in ‘94 when you first had a chance
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When I try to remember,
It was a sore, very loud pain.
It was in December;
When it increased its speed like a train.
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For better, or for worse
When burden powers you to kneel
Do it, or leave it.
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Often what's on the left
Is done better on the right,
You just have to centre it.
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Loving has come
And gone, now what's left
Is nothing right but feminine miners
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Love is not fully blind
It is partially unsighted -
Frankly, short-sighted
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