Truth Be Told... (part 2)

I wanted to write a poem

with no politics

I wished to write a poem

with no love tricks

I had to write a poem

lacking rhyming tactics

but life distracted

society infected

emotions were reflected

the pen detected

the story was hectic

measures had to be drastic

Kidnap the paper and rape it.

Here’s the truth:

Fake education keeps us ignorant,

ask the star of Pandor

if you grant Grant a grant

granted he’ll remain lazy,

ask Skweyiya

besides, how can we not maintain

Mboweni’s belly with fancy grain?

Here’s the truth again:

As this pen goes insane

& ink begins to rain

from clouds of pain

forming an acidic chain

the heart pumping in vain

attempting to refrain

from veins gaining pain,

a broken heart is such a shame.

A frozen soul just as lame.

Truth be sold.

Thabiso Nkoana©2003