Poem for Eastern Cape

In the hearts of eastern side,

One day I will return.

With impoxo and the spirit of abandoned but

 I’m sure you’ll still be standing,

Holding on to the wheel and spear,

That you were told it’s your saviour

Leaders find pleasure in your suffering

Rivals find comfort in your presents.

Yes, you raised heroes, you made legends

But you backwards in a race, forward in disgrace towards on

Embrace inadequacy.

One day I will return, to those valleys,

 Veld and the mountains of the great one,

Where my ancestors were placed, where home is,

One day I will defiantly return, to bring joy, peace and comfort

to the hearts of the unfortunate, pleased in mind, rich in pasture,

Surely my ancestors are calling me,

That is why one day I will return, to use my clicks fluently,

Dance comfortable and walk permanently.

To Eastern Cape, where my heart is, will be and was.

In Eastern side, seeing those beautiful faces, women dancing with joy

With imbola in their faces, entirely free from the world around me,

Ubuntu glancing, life excitedly and society in one,

One day, I mean one, one day i will return,

With my mouth unable to converse fluently, but surely i will learn.

One day I will return, to Eastern Cape

Hunger for more

With the Nepotism in my planet, essentially in my land, life compels

And factual morals are forgotten. Ancestors way of living are forbidden

By the rules we live in today.

What’s happening in our society?

Flash in our eyes made to capture, to imprison every moment,

Not to abolish every tale we ever had.

I sense discomfort when I glimpse defiance of young in open, forgive me but i

Feel pain when I see the future walking in distress, give their lives in drunkenness

Give them credit, but their lives were much easier. mine is too complex.

Simplicity is no supplementary.

But not everyone who’s multifaceted wants to,

Pleasure is the case, dissatisfaction is the face, eish did I say it’s the pace?

Wait a minute

Facing my demons with abstemious eyes, doesn’t add up, I need a fluid to go through

The night, where’s my pint to nip the tank of my thanks.

I’m jaded, guzzle, gulp facilitate

 Slurp!

It kills me to be unable to maintain my being,

Without sentiment awkwardness,

Just want to be intoxicated, without any guiltiness.

My hero dies in vein, my mother stress in pain, and my friends suffer in shame,

I didn’t do it, but the hunger for more led me to desire more.

Everyone’s scrip end is thrilled, but in one way or another, there is a season,

Life goes on,

I raise my left arm to touch the sky, stray the shy of my spry

In reach for the next resilience.

Heroes always live, but

Hero dies in this one. Because this is domain war.