Anele TheAfrikanSon kaMthethungqongqo Potelwa
Is It Too Good To Be True - Poem by Anele TheAfrikanSon kaMthethungqongqo Potelwa
Do I have to live?
with fear my daily bread,
knowing the space i own,
is dangerous to be comfortable,
that the warmth is cold,
and called anxiety,
I want to live in this world,
in a false but true environment,
were i have to worry no more about my safety,
that no one breaks into my house,
and so kids live to survive a distance away,
from drugs, violence and alcohol abuse,
as ought to stand and order out corruption,
why cannot I get what I want,
being a havenly divine place,
in such that I murder no human,
I bewitch nor curse with the evil wind,
in so i envy but not steal,
not steak what not belongs to me.
I lie with desperation of a world,
of desire to build no more prisons,
at no time we see no more prisoners,
that education is fed to schools,
and tools given the creativity,
War a commodity!
War a fairytale!
War a fantasy!
War an unknown!
that not even hate is obtainable
greed of no human
that no rape of women and children
were fraud the song,
that lyrics of its mobb are not sang
and justice revealed
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