Treasure Island

Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

(September / Dennilton)

2 Prince, Another One I Wrote


Murder is losing its mind, I am losing my patience

Chris Hani was murdered on 10 April
Political reasons are speculations
Speculation is a political reason
An African political prince
Was butched motive is mysterious
The brutal murder is a fatal error

This world is unjust
The land I see was sad
And the soil I walk in felt the pain

Lucky Dube was murdered on 19 October
An African prince of reggae was assassinated

Political reasons are speculations
Speculation is a political reason
Still the cause murder is baffling
Butchered for the love of the nation
And passion for country men

Submitted: Monday, April 02, 2012
Edited: Monday, April 02, 2012

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  • Stevie Taite (9/4/2012 4:23:00 PM)

    A historic series of events unfold and I can hear the feelings of injustice in your words that repeat and rant significant! (Report) Reply

  • Lusekelo Simwela (6/27/2012 7:14:00 AM)

    nice wrting, how i like how it flows, and it has those recurring lines similar but telling a different thing... (Report) Reply

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