MASERU 101

These streets echo their broken silences

To the ears of bleeding hills and crying mountain peaks

These streets bear footprints of unsung heroes

These streets give birth to children who raise themselves

By themselves for themselves only to be

Named street kids…

These streets breathe greed and sink it into

The lungs of these children

Even birds don’t sing here

They might get shot while chanting

Their freedom melodies…

These concrete floors dance to silent music

Of daunted spirits buried in these streets

At least Jozi streets feed the pigeons

But Maseru streets are full of lifeless concrete blocks….

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