Mart Meets Nandz Poem by Nandipha Mphanya

Where have all the men of yester gone? ...Have they returned from whence came from? ...When their hum was an essence pure...? A touch so pleasant that cured..., Why search between my thighs for ur identity..., When ur prize resides deep in me..., Wen all gold offered could not save us? ..., Heart, soul won over do u blame us, ...Where have all the men of yester year gone? ..., Where have these imposters come from? When love was not a shame? When words were true to say..., Authenticity lurkes in the dark alleys seeking its residence...The Audacity purging weddings spitting where she wept..., Where have all the men of yester year gone...? Do they here the sounds as these tears fall..., When they knew what real love was...Nurturing as it grew making it Last..., A tale, folklore of our ancestors...Males no more than shadows of theyre predecessors..., Where have all the mean of yester year gone...Why have they left us so torn...As I fall into a deep trance...wishing I belonged to what once was..., And the hills hides em all...none hear me cry none see me fall
by Nandi and Martin