Life nowadays is just instagram
Back then our ancestors 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,still fearful

I'm 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'm a poet for a cause