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Mar 2015
Life nowadays is just instagram
Back than our parents had to write telegrams
The Golden generation engulfed in black mist
They shoot cold heat

While I watch it all through uncertain eyes
Steve Biko with a pen
Robert Sobukwe with paper in a den
It haunts me
Great God,I'm tied in a knot
Great God,they fear not
I walk free fearful

I am a refugee in my own smile
Steve Biko,Robert Sobukwe died for a cause
My generation is cursed
We are on pause
In the paws of a ruined future
As long as I still have my pen and paper
I am a poet for a cause
Snip the Poetic
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Snip the Poetic  cape town
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