MY LETTER TO MPHO MOLEJANE

Mpho A gift to the nation A man of history To his people He is no mystery A man in constant search of victory He stands tall Like the statue of liberty When he speaks He carpets his tongue With diamond words Forever he tattoes His mirrored soul With comradedism A concrete rose Backboned from the roots To the tip Of the mountains of Limpompo A torch bearer And a heartbeat of Soweto A guiding light For the Molejane's A guiding light for the Molejane's