The Nation Poem by Tsholofelo Phakathi

shall stop and slop and top so that it could stop the cries in their eyes and dries as they fly high wise and no lies.

the nation shall be allowed and stop being aloud because they are making ant to go because my aunt told me the time i ate in eight hours ago,
and i shall go up and make cup cakes for the nation with flour next to the banch of a flower, on those hours and that cup cakes is gonna be ours,
the nation
2sholo4elo da poet