For my pillar

Hourglass smashed, mantel piece dusted, curtains closed as she stood vertically amidst blatant horizontally dragged, rumours circulated, pupil dilated...
Afraid of death, yet living precariously,
retaliate

relate allegories, sing songs lip-synched on differing categories...
Verbal anhilation and word assasination of mental retardation...
She too is the daughter of the soil, the soil has laid its claim,
she too must return to the soil...

By lebohang Kuenane ( Lesotho) 

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