David Carolissen Pain Poems
- 1. Only Words... My Son
Yield to love; both a proper self-love
and a sincere love for others.
One that will do no harm to you or your neighbor,
both here and for eternity.
- 2. So We Were Poor...!
Yes we were poor, what da hell?
My parents could not read or write
It was a struggle to finish Matric with candle light.
When others kids could have their rapports signed
- 3. Mandela@waterkloof
The uniformed steps measured, prepared, rehearsed
Unlike our hearts, the world …
The coffin disappointingly small,