Mo Masedi Poems

When Nelson Mandela took leave
In a chariot of fire
To the World Yonder
You could hear the world heave
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Every year, everywhere
The world pauses
Not to ponder
linger or wonder
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Happy with the world
He walks his dog
Both are well fed
Nothing bothers them
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We have our Es'kia
World travelled
In our troubled days
Wielding his mighty pen
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Anger born of hunger
In the land of plenty
Constipation for some
Hunger for the nation
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In Africa death is a constant
Avoidable death is our shadow
A cursed halo around our heads
We die every moment in Africa
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We are supposed to be there
But be inconspicuous
Like the air we feel
But cannot see
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