Marota Aphane

Rookie (Polokwane, Limpopo Province, South Africa)

Afrika I - Poem by Marota Aphane

Beat the drums fast
Come all you
Warriors
Children of the besieged
Mother Afrika
Lets stump the ground hard
& raise the dust
Let the dead know
It means war

That bloodstained
Old monster
Santa
Still continues
Flooding and feeding
Our seedlings
With that barren poisonous
False taste
Coca-cola

Lets ban the curser
Lest we parish.


Comments about Afrika I by Marota Aphane

  • (10/29/2007 5:51:00 AM)


    One thing I like or should I say respect about you is how you manage to tell a novel in few words. You budget less to make a lot. 'let them know/ it means war'. Mo Faya! (Report) Reply

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  • (10/1/2007 12:01:00 PM)


    hey marota, this is a lovely african poem. i enjoy our heritage culture and that is why i want it put on paper.it is a good one (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 12, 2005



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