Abazi...

What will they do with the land?
We stole it for their own protection.
They never farmed.
They farmed, but they were never armed.
What will they do with the land?
We committed genocide for their salvation.
What will they do with the land?
We tribalised it for their wealth creation.
What will they do with the land
When they always farmed.
And we were always armed.

Amazwana

Thumela amazwana

Ukuthumela okudumile osuka kule bhulogi

Ngivulekile

Isithombe
We have limited time to feel And I treasure beautiful summers But all these loose ends can only be tied by you I seek relief from stones unturned  I never thought it was desperation It felt textured in the ethereal  It felt measured in something real It felt like something I could feel But I am unable to explain To capture succinctly the loneliness  That saturates my pain.
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