Remember days gone by when furry dogs would freeze?
I tall tale when I said, ‘I felt heat, I just ate or I just smiled’
Now with a ragged bag and a sack, I am leaving home to chase a dream.
Abandoning you, or saving you? Only you will know.
Dry your tears my dear; no more wail. No more songs of grief,
No more tired bones and tired soul. Just dry your tears.
Hold on! When greedy hyena circles, knaves are preying and God is loping deaf.
How mama died awhile ago and father stayed, and made us howl
Like a ghastly wolf, a creature of the night.
The food we scrounged on the floor,
When your tummy cried… my eyes cried.
But dry your tears little one… just dry your tears,
I have words in a bag, and two dreams in a sack.
I have stories and novels, poems and cries
Lock your eyes; do not stare at my spine,
The deep scars on my rear, these are disfigurements I wear.
There are stars and there are blooms that even we shall see.
Just dry your tears my little one… just dry your tears.

Romeo D. Matshaba

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