Nyaope (Drugs) Poem by Lunga Mokoena

I acknowledge knowledge as porridge
For courage, within which privilege
Is in storage kept hostage of carriage
We scoop in mileage through marriage

We are rolling what's burning bright:
Drugs through deep kiss set alight,
Such romantic lips to drawing death
Fix me high bed six feet under earth.

I rest arrested by the powdered weed,
Buried in me deep as a knife went to
seed.
Dreams have had me worried sick
Mind swollen with thoughts thick.

So is one's character as a shoe to fit,
When misplaced foot is in a deep pit?
As one under wonder I ponder in
order
For path of my feet & castle of my
seat.

Then never shall I wait for a miracle
I'm nothing less to oneself than oracle!