Marlon Khoza Biography

Not ourselves

We no longer have tears
To discard anymore
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Who'd have ever thought...
About the world becoming so motionless
Feeble and partly cold
As it gasp through the gash of Covid-19
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Why is he there in sunny and in rainy
In the cold winter and blazing summer
At the crossroad of life and death
This corner is his home
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Why wait for the rain
When crops are drying up
fields pounding up
By hovering dust that will grow in to a mountain
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They built a house
Painted it white just the way they are
And named it the 'white house of hope'
Spew now, mother!
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