I summoned to say good morning
Bad or good are always,
Masquerading to be good.
When I look at the sun rising,
My problem are shut to be good.

When I look at the sun rise,
I fill up with delight,
To know that I am alive.
To seat down and I inquire
What different will I make.

To see the sun rising
I wonder who will I satisfy.
Being patronise of who bad I did,
Kill me even more.

To see the sun rising
I know I misguided someone.
To know everybody isn't perfect,
Kills me even more.

Because to think of a new day
Will shut all my obstacle down,
Only to realize I was err.
But I misjudged this day,
Not being a prophet.


Poem by: MOKOANE MPHO

KwaNdebele Science School

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