mzwakhe
mzwakhe
mzwakhe
a cry for a home
homeless
confined like a caged bird
mzwakhe
the fight courses through veins and arteries
during those days
in these days
where lies are said to be truth
people' poet you are not alone
have you been made an outcast
an outcast in a society you fought for
mzwakhe is prison your home
mzwakhe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem