21/02/2020
Through the black and white protrait
you could see all the hatred.
Sadness all over Nature.
It hurts even through the picture
A home with no peace.
A home pf Cracks and no keys.
Everything tensionally broken.
Painful words, all spoken.
Shaded in Grey for a bit of colour
A sense of less power.
All scary as a Swallon blister.
A sense of Sinister
Suddenly a sound of silence
Pardon me if i make no sense.
If u could feel what i see
you'd know how i feel.
Writer: Refilwe Fifi Koetle
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