Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Thinking Of The Student Activists #FeesMustFall

A shadow’s eye sees under rocks burning
With young souls singing anthems of slaughter

Twinkling their eyes blind as a sun dying
Open to weakness that nourishes their saunter

Who salts these skins nursing herds of deranged hopes
Their brooding calls echoing among starving tombstones

What war dates are set in cheap rhymes of these students of the unborn
For rescues of loved ones vanquished to paradises abandoned to demons

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