People Who Love Me Poem by MTHOKOZISI NTOKOZO MAPHUMULO

People who love me
They come to grow on me as sticky mucus that grows on the rock of rivers
They protect me with their hearts
I can walk tall through the world
-Protected against the coldness-
I feel rich like them – even though I was born extremely poor
I have my surrounding soldiers

And as the war comes
The people who love me will come and give the extra help and monitor
So I can much through the world
Protected against the fire
The untouchable self king:
They fix the broken bon of my legs

But when people who loved me disappear
There comes a wound to sit in my heart
I become the laughing comedy world
The dustbin itself
I have got the pain behind my spinal cod
And contrasting thoughts mixed with fear
About how am I going to face world without fear


Stephan Bouwer (Uit soldag)
That could not be solved.
Oh poverty and troubles what have I done for you
It seems like I have brought you somewhere with expensive