I sit and close my eyes.
All I see, a shadow of wounded women
Overwhelmed with fear of death crying for
peace! I mean liberty from the disease that
Has become a habit in our society of men.
What is it to become of our next generation?
Generation that will rear lion cabs to finish up the wild or
Teach them real path of accountability and respect?
What has become of you? Is because of they are weak?
Yes! Indeed they are! But strong their mountain is so strong
And civilized. She saw a pillar but has turned into a storm in the house.
My heart is broken! Every morning waking up in grieve of our
sisters, chopped and blood shed everywhere not in peace,
they left the earth in so painfull and not in their due time.
The first day you were in great celebration of a new born son
But lately turned an innocent creature into punching bag.
What a shame! You were happy that a daughter was born in the house
But turned an innocent child into a prostitute for own pleasure!
Women being raped in thousands raped but fear silenced them from singing!
Afraid to leave Earth soon because a cry for justice is like a passing wind!
The love you had for her over money eradicated!
What has become of you men? Wonderfully made creatures!
Wake up and help our innocent brothers and sisters.
South Africa wake up! My heart is broken!
I cry for my innocent suffering brothers and sisters
Silenced by fear of this pandemic disease men possessed with.
Ooh! South Africa! Wake up before we end!
And help our brothers and sisters!
© Lufuno Nefox