Trapped in the land of our ancestors
Trapped in the community of our fathers
Trapped in the life of pain, poverty and suffering
Trapped in the scary dreams of others
Trapped in the age of generation now
Trapped in the country of empty promises
Trapped in the in the world of apartheid, xenophobia and discrimination.
Fighting for freedom that seems not to come
Fighting for a brighter future that seems deem
Fighting for survival that seems impossible
Waking up with hope of a better tomorrow
Waking up with fear of being isolated
Waking up with evil thoughts of suicide
Struggling to make ends meet
Struggling, always reaffirming, always resuming the fight for survival
Often halting, loitering, straying, delaying, returning, yet following no other way
Then came a predetermined moment,
A moment in time of time,
A moment not out of time, but in time, what we call history
Transecting, bisecting the world of time
The moments of happiness not the sense of wellbeing
We have the experience but not the meaning
It still goes back to one thing
And one thing only.
There is no superior way to brand it
It is simple and straight forward
Unfair as it is we have to live it
Peculiar as it is we have to embrace it
There is only one way to conquer it
That is, to live it
No matter how bad you want to tag it
Trust me it’s livable!
Where can one go to survive?
Where is a country with no poverty, pain and suffering?
Imagine if life was perfect
Damn it would so monotonous!
Life with challenges is good for me,
It makes me stronger and wiser!
No matter how trapped I am – I’m going to live!