Surely there's life elsewhere
Where you and I are intruders
A space for the better beings
Tunnels, runnels; exclusively our world
Out there is a 'Softies' world; therapeutic.
Out there is a woman, my mother
Mother? Maybe not the word,
Do mothers plant kids on the street?
Out there is a species my father,
Was it his wallet for conception?
Out there is a Softies world, therapeutic
Off their oppuence, we should also shine
Off their pockets, we should live,
Off their sweat, stay afloat,
Out thereis our share, out there we claim.
It is gold against coal,
Lustre against energy,
Let's smelt them 'Sbatshise'.
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