Hmm, shhh! mantra in progress

In Your ancestral prayer stairs

I’m that shadow in the valley

That green tree

That suckles from your red soil-

Of our birth like I said before,

I am a son of your yellow Azanian love song

But I am just a child in your wise eyes

Staying true to a living reality,

Not too bitter, not so sweet

Just a South African legacy of anti-impotence, sweets,

Because,

I don’t fear death because,

Every time I open my eyes

I would like to leave,

Legendary legacies 

On Jah-earth in excellence.