the remnant of Leteng

When they imprisoned our minds into the grave...
among the dead we found breathing bones,
When they crucified our bright crude crave...
some of us died battling a way out

We rode over humps of pain to this far,
then broke the shells, they only heard the crepitate
now upon our house hopes precipitate

'However, long the night the dawn will break'
we've seen the silver lining,
Oree, the twins and mum have reason to stay smiling
I and Mogo have grown to be great authors
with the past, our past is past

poem by Mpho Leteng
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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