Senzo Nene Live Poems
- 1. City Johannesburg
As I path down these chartered streets of city Johannesburg. I most definitely feel the air curling
from the dead souls that wonder around. Sometimes you could visualize them moving with the piles of plastics lifting them above ground. A city with no sea filled with people who claim they see the truth for what it really is.
Yet become so busy during the course of the day they forget the sole purpose of life, to live.
Called upon as city of jewelry, it's crust open and left dried out of resources.
... - 2. Window Pain
Dripping drop of rain shadow my view.
While the fog turns the spectacles pail, It becomes
hard for me to see.although its been decades, I still remember the outside as if i have been
the fancy walks in suits rushing to the train station, A newspaper symbolized
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