Tshegofatso Mohlala Poems

As the sun goes to sleep behind the mountain,
Freaks come out as the settlers close the curtain,
With the natural difficulty to see in the night; things become uncertain,
Hoodrats run in zigzags to make it hard for their seekers to crack their pattern.
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I cannot help but to think of the things we do,
And how they affect the people around us,
If God did not drop the dew,
We would have to settle for dry grass.
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God bless the poor, the depraved, and the recovering addicts,
Lord knows they struggle to enjoy life,
Men get locked in a cage by result of verdicts,
In various cases of crime in which some may include murder with a knife.
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