To my Son with Love

I am sorry that I am your father
I am sorry that you are stuck with me
I’m sorry that I can’t redo what I’ve done

Life has so many expertise but not for me
Live life as if I don’t exists
I am sorry that you were born out of my presence

History repeats itself, ask your sister

When you were young I got involved in politics
And today I’m suffering the consequences of that,
I should have choosen the popular political home
But instead I’ve choosen my own political home
And I am sorry for what I’ve done

I’ve survive the threats of popular organization
But I still severely suffer the consequences
I thought I was doing it for the love of Azania,
Hence I am sorry for the Xenophobia

The former comrades are now oppressors of us
We can’t wear t-Shirt or put stickers on our cars
And if we dare to do so, our cars will suffer scars
Or vandalization if not burnout
I am sorry that I can’t opt out

Politics has changed to pollute tics
With lot of confused confusion tricks
I wish I can bridge the gap between the haves and have not,
I wish I can have leaders not ladders
Unfortunately I can’t and I am sorry

A Divine intervention is needed
So we can be sure the demon has been defeated
And be free instead of sorry
Without being lonely

I am sorry my dearest son
From me with Love
Dad