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I would like to dedicate this poem  to Matsemela Manaka, Ingoapele Madingoane, Fikile Magadlela, Thami Mnyele and Lefifi Tladi to name just a few of my contemporaries- South Africa’s greatest artists & poets of our time during the struggle against Apartheid!

Time ticks and we lick
Life starts and we stock
Time goes and we cross
Life stalls and we stop

We eat and drink the stock
It’s a talk
We sleep and wake on the Cross
It’s a loss

The Show Goes On….

Time skips and we slip
Life grabs and we weep
We eat and drink our sorrow
It’s a shock
We shift and make waves for sharks
It’s a show

On and on it goes
And it is very slow
On and on it shows
How flowed we all are
But the show goes on

and the queue grows long…

Time is tide and we are tired
life is a stage we are kept to act
The clock is ticking as if we are drifting
the scenes keep changing
for someone to laugh or cry and witness yet another sad hero die

Time shifts and we miss a heart beat
Life grapples with unsuspecting victims
We yawn to pawn our feelings
It’s your call
We cringe to hide behind our thick skins
It’s a horrible show

Silence consumes the audience in the show
as they watch the drama ends
curtains rolls down for everyone to go home muzzled
after witnessing why this tale was kept a secret

Life stalls and we are duped
is this not a shock?
to make noise and scare walls in the room?
It is a strange show
to be stalked
by shadows of your own fears

Don’t be a flop
this is just another talk
life is your stage play your part wisely
try to save victims of the next up and coming episodes
from a vicious circle of our twisted dilemma

Time ticks and we lick
Life starts and we stock
Time goes and we cross
Life stalls and we stop

The Show Goes On….

Peace!