Upon The Stubborn Youth Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

Living by the heart that allowed him to sing, a song that never resulted to his swings,
i having the life to live in so many sides,
so long tempted and explored him to divide,
between the evil that forever last,
and the divinity of all blast,
but the fool arrogants who lives in his veins,
weak enough to brake the complains of hir lifetime lacks.

at his you became a stupid,
at his youth declared insipid,
but the proud culture of being a holigan,
cherished by his soul in so many polygons,
in orders that art in his intelligent veins,
that always live apart his enigmatic days,
to parents he disrespects with passion,
to decency avoids with caution.

at his youth wasted opportunities
at his youth deprived possibilities,
i worry about his matrimonial with hate,
late enough to loose him all the due fate,
of such qualm sees nothing beyond,
and such seismic his life none the less behold,
behold the senate of land whose king is failure,
none of us hate the ability to repair him by the tailor,
but he needs help!
Yes!