Still have to
Don’t come my life
I ponder greatness
I think paradise
We can produce fruits proud of us
Think we still have to hold on branches for survical
Can we run forever? Our Troubles
Or will they rejuvenate theirselves whilst I am out forgetting
I escaped into bushes inclusive branches and clearly unforgotten similarities
Between the rabbit we ate when hunting
And that one I see now bouncing up and down
Was this not the forest I escaped into
Or is it the same
And it is only me thinking its backward or am I that backward fool
Pretend not to think of calling me a fool cause you saw me running away from
Dripping blood roses in my uncle’s garden
Yer I ran into thorns
Now my face is dripping
Will not yours when you’re trying to escape?
(2015)
Wrote each and every word by myself Bongo Nguqu.
Hope my poetry will fall victim to nothing dangerous.
