Treasure Island

Anele TheAfrikanSon kaMthethungqongqo Potelwa

(1992 March 03 / South Africa (eDutywa, Mfenguland, staying in Cape Town))

A Prisoner Cries


By all means i never wanted to live with humans,
my humanity was a fund not offered to women,
that man were my greatest enemies,
who am I whth such weaknesses?
should I have done a bit better,
the life beyond would have been less bitter,

Now in this cage i sink,
in that i might never rise,
I Sleep,
in that i might never shine,
let it rain with tears,
let it storm with fear,
let it pain with much regret,
I make a confession,
with that i wish to plough an apology,
to all who were victimise by my criminal excellence

Submitted: Saturday, October 08, 2011

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