He told me not to snitch!
The man who came and stole my joy,
The thief who creeped into my life,
Has made it possible to silence the voice I thought I had.
The man who came and stole my joy,
Continues to flourish in higher up places,
Whilst I drown in the river created by the tears shed.
A life without peace, is an unending nightmare!
A world ruled by monsters, who are feared by its future carriers of generations to come..
These monsters prey on the young, abuse their own and kill what’s left of their spirits…
The man who came and stole my joy,
Controls how our stories are told.
La Nkosi Writes 