Pheko Motaung Poems
(lonely Poems) To The Poets
(For my friends @ P.H.com.)
Here's one of your own boss!
Read some of his poems!
And put him
Out of his miseries!
In the universe of the poet
It's so silent
You can hear a pin drop!
Be swayed not
By the hurly burly of life!
Aloofness from the suffering
Of the surly throng is the essence!
May solitude be your brother! Silence
Be the middle name of your sister!
You're alone when you write!
I, Ngaka Motaung!
I have sounded the war drums to a ...
My children are staring hunger in the face
They're cursed be the hewers and the sewers of wood
For the rest of their doomed lives
They call any man who throws crumbs at them dad
They run with the wrong crowd and they don't respect me
The devils have left the ovens of hell and the hard times have decided
To be the permanent sojourners of my house of hunger
My wife has three lovers