Inferior Four Poem by Okello Baloyi

I may not suffer externally but deep internally its horrible, with mind's eye my heart leak blood, not to speak of tears I shed of blood and a scar for life remain while I shed tattoo's tears.

Eye for an eye, dispathy the world has turned to. As colonialism has come and left but manufactured diseases slowly whipping out our human race.

At night I wait for sunrise, reflecting on pain and harsh experience. With hope for better tomorrow but without feasible way forward.