Pallang Mofokeng

I wanted to tell her
But my words were stuck here and
There
Coz.Coz.
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Dark is the world outside
Brown are the greens around,
No rain nations live but to mourn
Coz water was created a friend to life.
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Single rain drops combine to make a flood...
That's the power of Unity...

If we can combine as a nation
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Call me not be it your love is gold,
Absent me from your raging sentiment so cold.
Love is Anathema, whose roots are pleasures
Not to incline but be spent beyond measures.
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I'm black says the pigmentation of my rough skin,
Don't be a fool none this due to sin.
It's the mighty one with his superiority,
That he made us different but no not ability.
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I always died a senseless death at the feet of affection,
I always compromised the word compromise to this life's own zeal
My pride and keys to joy were thrown to hell,
All in the name of love so well
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Hi my name is Pallang Mofokeng, and this is my Honest poem
I first saw the sun August the 3rd 25 years ago, apparently that makes me a Millennial or Gen Y
I'm not clued up what that means
I'm 1 Meter 65, I weigh what's considered thin for a man my age
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One day weeks to months,
1 year decades of centuries
We are ageless dayless yearless call us monthsless
We the enemies to time we repel
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Once in a while was a girl
Beautiful vailed with inocence
Her eyes glitering like the twinkling glowing stars
Her smile a beautiful nightmare
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He wrote her a song, it's the words of his song he left unfinished,
Supposedly it was love, yeah they left it freezed.
Selfish of how they used to feel,
Just each's presence could breathe them peace.
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Many people live in wonder where my name comes from,
It is unique and to that they all can't be fond.
Pallang is but my Sotho name,
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When last did I write?
Let me say that other night

The other night on the bus,
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Apart from time
Broken hearts knew not where to go.
Carelessly they would wonder about with no
Determination nor inspiration.
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Who's the man who created all human being?
Who is he who made us all be?
Does he exist or we just a dream?
Is he the image we all must be representing?
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Growing up, I used to have this image.
An image society placed in my mind,
which grew to consume my entire
perception
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