Our Lives For Sale - Poem by Walani Ndhlovu

As long as we adjust
Our lives are for sale
Like a mouse's tail

Today we are health
Tomorrow is our death
Our lives are for sale
Our ancestors could tell

Now enjoying with our wives
Later absence of lives
Our lives are for sale
Drained like water in a pail

Eating like a pig
But our clothes seem to be big
Our lives are for sale
And can fall over like a well

Today we are just weak
Tomorrow we are sick
Our lives are for sale
As we fail to exhale.

Poems by Walani Ndhlovu

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