I Thought....... Poem by Siyabonga A Nxumalo
I Thought.......
I though it was triumph.
I rejoiced thinking
Our suffering was gone.
I even sang with the masses,
Mobilized thousands to go voting again.
Even when grandma asked me,
'Son, is this the new beginning? '
I joyously said.
'Yes, it is'.
Not knowing that,
Yes, it was a beginning
Of broken promises and hunger.
I thought tyranny and propaganda
Were dead and buried.
Yet, police still shoot to kill....
Yet, service delivery is still poor....
Yet, my people still live in fear....
Power changed hands,
From an asinine liar,
To a blithering opportunist.
Aha a hardhitting poem pennd in a remarkable way 4 politics. Thumbs up!
Aha so a hardhitting poem pennd in a remarkable creative way. Thumbs up! Siyabonga meanin thanx in d siswati i rmembr.
suppose to me like.....to ask.......who is blessed on earth? ? .......strictly speaking..........hope and change are essence of life! !
Soulfully truthful and relevant as always! It is you! The true people's poet! Well done'! I am proud of you!
Life! ! With broken promises. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Akusensukuzatshwala baqale futhi basibelesele ngokuthi asiyovota futhi ngonyaka ozayo. Umuntu wake wavelelwa, ngapha sisaba ukuvotela oNtabakayikhonjwa ngoba sesaba ukubuyela eGibhithe kodwa futhi nabo laba okumele basephule otakwini abazi nanyaka. Yinhle lenkondlo
A really great write. Your poem says a lot about how politics affect our very existence. The world will not change until the ones that hold the upper hand decides to give place to the not so fortunate. Appreciate this eye opener and thought provoking write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 1:29:31 AM # 1.0.0
...i'M AT A LOST FOR WORDS. Real events, real life, true story...what else can a poet say to another, other then i love it?