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The air filled with discord on these killing days I sat with Biko but did nothing to help but read Finer Madiba sat busy in his cage mourning with the futile sages In disquiet Lecture halls we called and voices rose higher Then my errant pen rebelled and on paper fired in pent rage Impertinent weeping heart wedded to agile immaturity Spew words and scribble indictments bonanzas on fired lines Tis the age of reason and now it's chimes for gospel solidarity This is why 'n this is how to extract the sourness from the limes Be it the irascibility of a fledgling's dossier handed to Authority In that foolish morn and days of thunder the dye was cast Vogue tirades in contemporary suits offers designer conclusions The brothers of today embracing diversities in Structures vast In palaces pigments open wide ensuing foreboding discussions Flag immediately and contain for this is one that must not last Biko sleeps peacefully with angels and rests in God's arms Madiba walked free and danced freedom with all colours in tow A nation finds itself with a bespoke tailor and plenty of new farms Across the Atlantic a foreign voice was silenced and made to bow For youthful innocuous tantrum yelling is not quite the ****** norm copyright.12/01/2019@yensonAllrights reserved
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 7:17 AM UTC
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The air filled with discord on these killing days I sat with Biko but did nothing to help but read Finer Madiba sat busy in his cage mourning with the futile sages In disquiet Lecture halls we called and voices rose higher Then my errant pen rebelled and on paper fired in pent rage Impertinent weeping heart wedded to agile immaturity Spew words and scribble indictments bonanzas on fired lines Tis the age of reason and now it's chimes for gospel solidarity This is why 'n this is how to extract the sourness from the limes Be it the irascibility of a fledgling's dossier handed to Authority In that foolish morn and days of thunder the dye was cast Vogue tirades in contemporary suits offers designer conclusions The brothers of today embracing diversities in Structures vast In palaces pigments open wide ensuing foreboding discussions Flag immediately and contain for this is one that must not last Biko sleeps peacefully with angels and rests in God's arms Madiba walked free and danced freedom with all colours in tow A nation finds itself with a bespoke tailor and plenty of new farms Across the Atlantic a foreign voice was silenced and made to bow For youthful innocuous tantrum yelling is not quite the ****** norm copyright.12/01/2019@yensonAllrights reserved
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 7:17 AM UTC
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