in the slime and grime
in the grinding poverty
in the havens of deprivation
in the heart of desperation
where unemployment runs riot
creating thieves. muggers, pimps, prostitutes
where there is no razor wire, concrete walls
where there are no twenty-four hour armed guards
where the next meal is an accident
there they get cannon fodder
there the fertile ground is
there political violence is fanned
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I would like to translate this poem
Very powerful poem, Jabulani. I know what you mean. Masijabule ukuthi uNkulunkulu uyakubona konke nokuthi uzoletha ke ekupheleni.
ngiyabonga. angithuli. ngizaloba ngakho naphakade. yes i am just a messenjah