The Golden Years Poem by Njabulo Mkandla
The Golden Years
His Golden years have plagued us with hunger.
To feed the bellies of our children is now impossible.
Blame his Golden-years!
How were to know he’d turn into a monster –
A man-killer, a white-hater, a hopeless-winner?
How were we to know when we made him our president?
So who's fault is it that the bread-basket is now empty;
That the cries of horror sing loudly;
That we’ve proved again to be African?
Who's fault is it?
Curse us not for it is contagious.
But wait and see the day when we arise.
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4/19/2024 5:16:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So who's fault is it that the bread-basket is now empty; That the cries of horror sing loudly; That we’ve proved again to be African? Who's fault is it? ....we are responsible for this state of affairs... i have written so much abt nature..ourselves and thoughts.. we may find the answer one day...very good write dear.....10 read mine... why we neglect nature.....i aam disgrace..... why do we need banevonet dictator? ? ?