THABISO NKOANA POET

Dear Steve, My vigor is exhausted as a revolutionary with a cause My spirit is trapped in a dwindling dream By capitalist creams Enticing...

There you have it your dark continent, with its dark people and dark practices There you have it your savage chanting, by savage beasts...

I dwell upon a rock where the death of an old man brings life to a sudden halt. Where enemies transform to charlatans falsely...