Mousetrap Poem by Okello Baloyi

Death awaits to take me away and I won't be concern about life anymore, pain nor hunger at least! as it plays Chase with our life's. Our success as black forks is limited by credit debts and our minds end up being suicidal.!

So bad, products which are legalised by our government contribute to high crime rate and lives are cut short in exchange. Manufactured disease's been whipping black nation since it was intended to, as well as organised natural disasters claiming life's.

We were set to fail, why they differentiate us by Degrees, Diploma's nor anything we hold? while educated forks are jobless. There's no trace of equality and freedom is only in our subconscious, not in real life!