Terrance Mawanga

Rookie - 349 Points (17 December 1995)

Come Now, Child

On the wings like those of an eagle she craved to soar,
With the undeterred courage of a wild boar,
But you fell oh my darling child in a quest to find prosperity,
Now you are enveloped by the repulsive odour of poverty

The cemetery now waits impatiently for your flesh,
For your blood ceased long ago to be fresh,
When you were seduced by the rich man's essence,
And for a song, to these vultures you sold your innocence,

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