A Kaaps Mind Senses... Poem by Bradwin Wonderlik

Walking lonely down the trail of life in die Kaap
step for step I walk slowly
but growing faster
I saw leaves tremble on the ground
maar dis bullets wat tremble
sound of birds and insects all around in nature
met bullets
rassistiese varke
I saw trees around
even in darkness nature never seemed to hide her face
maar jy weet mos nature of not bullets kom regardless
like rysists ennie oupressors ammal stressors
as the sun shows his face through day and night bullets is donker
The eyes of the horizon is orange as the sun was setting
everday having the same pattern maar beweeg altyd rond
soos bullets die son doenit net met n smile
now the sky suddenly turns less violet
the smell of rain that looms inside the home
rain is gone maar sy smell bly agter
jy praat van violet ek word geskiet met woorde
still it might look like a while before it turns the color of sea
die bloed van moorde is nie soos die blou kleur van die see nie
jy droom dis bleddie bloedrooi
filling my throat with some tenderness, to lessen the dryness
drink water to cleanse human body die bloed van mense val daagliks like showers
ek is elke dag soos your highness die bloed van moorde
n groen hart wat lief is vir die natuur
they thought it was all over maar dit was eintlik dai arme man se laaste asem
as darkness has passed by taal word gebruik as bullets
you observe the light coming maar Kaaps maak lig jy

Hope destroyed in the very second maar Kaaps is my taal
tunnel stretching even longer dit bring hoop
filling with more darkness maar djulle vergeet van Kaaps
terror rising maar Kaaps bring hoop vir eenheid
in his eyes which would never be able to see the same again
deur Kaaps
he is unhappy, hy issie, Kaaps bring happy terug
nothing will ever be over unless, he loses his Kaaps
his thoughts are unclear, but you can never lose your Kaaps
hoorie man
a mind turning into violet again, Kaaps bring lig
evens darker than an astronaut's experience outside earth

Kaaps is oral even innie space aia
No such thing as the end is near, naie
askies sorrie apolojies vir language use aia
when no end is in sight kou net op n dite
he fights daily this dark shadow figure
maar sy kop is nogals oep
he still walks daily observing life
die kunstivis weet altyd meer as wat mense dink
hulle kyk aan alles
society se beauty in her purest form
truth as it is

sy is alles vir hom
nature cures him
sy doen ook

nature has darkness
sy het ook