From the confines of the tomb to the prison of the grave
Even if you kill him
For the small inheritance
Of the supermarket and the old
Crumbling shop in the old
Quarters of those who will
Never venture out of the confines
Of this township 'cause they're
Held hostage by their poverty
Even if you congratulate yourselves
And are adamant that your parent
Deserved to have his days cut short
The sin of your crime will cause
Havoc to your conscience you
Will not spend your ill gotten
Wealth in peace because even
Where you build mansions surrounded
By a sea of poverty from the earth
And from the confines of the tomb
And beyond the prison of the grave
Your father rages for revenge and
Never mind whether the sun today rises
From the East or from the sea
The one will mow down the other
And he will snatch the will but his
Name will be eaten by the moths
There and in his hour of madness he
Will run to them and he will confess
The double tragedy and the sin of
Your murderous greed and your
Names will be shamed and exposed
Your crimes and your sins will haunt
You and this world will be very
Small for you life will not
Decriminalize your notorious name
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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