MY COUNTRIES PLIGHT

Fast paced The semen strikes with destruction Splattered all over the country We drown in dreams That are sculptured through libido Unplanned babies are born Left with their grandmothers If not abandoned or murdered We forget That the coats we wear Are warm with semen Sex has become a suicidal bomb Leaving babies to sokkol for fokkol sokkol>suffer The impulse of our nation fokkol>nothing Has become a teenage pregnancy That erects my pen in anger South Africa We rise in pain