A Poem
By Nomthandazo Nxabela
Ignorance is innocent
In the mind of a child
Who knows not-
The gift she has inherited
Crowning her a mother,
To a still born democracy
She grows to back
This still born infant,
Wrapped in black blankets
Which Wage unto her
Unending Taxes
Amidst pained contractions
And the groans of her tomorrow
