Fake generation
Gender based violence,crime, childhood pain
fake generation
Human are treated like grass
Easily burned and cut
A generation where killing of a woman
It's juss another sad story
Where womans cry its just another
Broken sound swallowed by dackeness
A generation where crime wears the faces
Of hustlers
Just to feed desperate mouths at home
Where porvety became unwanted roommate.
A generation where life is just a charade
Where respect is conditional
Where substance abuse became comforter of wounded souls
A generation not afraid to strip their parents of dignity
To make their souls naked in shame
A generation where father's turn into beast
Where darkness falls
Stripping homes of safety and innocence of children
What happened to the generation where respect was sacred
May the Lord bless us
And return to our roots
Where truth doesn't get you killed
About the Creator
Humulani Mkhonto
i am a poet of survival
my words are born from pain, silence and healing
Poetry is my truth .
I am the voice of the voiceless
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