When you need three letters
to an 'o, ' do not think of gone,
for everybody is here.
Do not think of bone for is not
time to debone a poem.
Nor is it time to think
of tone, for your voice
needs no toning down.
Just think of zone, for you
are entering the love zone,
love for we do not need a rose,
to prop our words for we are in
a love zone gone bony with our
little love poem, that will touch
a new 'o'. Welcome to Joburg, where
guys are called 'o.' Hey O? Don't
ask the poem. Ask the pole for on it
hangs the flag, the only semblance of truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem