Published September 1, 2022
by Mpho Sekhabi
(Katlehong, Gauteng Province, South Africa)
I cried, I cried as I
was born in this nation
while our black nation
was crying for freedom.
I cried throughout the
journey of my life as I
saw the souls of a young
generation been taken away
by a pistol.
I cried as I perceived the loss of jobs
and lack of education in our nation,
I cried when I perceived floods
and segregation in our nation.
I cried when I saw our youth
purged while fighting for education,
streets filled with our youths' blood
as if there is no tomorrow.
I cried when I saw discrimination in our nation,
leading to less communication with other nations
O God, they say it's the world of
justice, but there is no mercy
Dreams, goals, visions are lost
in the bottle of liquor because there
is no hope that we will see tomorrow.
My name is Mpho Sekhabi. Born in South Africa, I became a poem lover after high School as I was going through a lot. I am also a fitness lover as I believe with healthy mind set lead to healthy lifestyle. So, I am industrious toward my work.
This poem is included in Poetry World #4, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in South Africa Poetry Magazine:
Horror on the Highway
by Natisha Parsons
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