CHANGING SHAPES

Changing shapes is like changing lanes
Walking band along the Norkem planes
Close the closet mate, this is not a bet
There is no ghost to be seen, in this set
Just a crafty jolly man with punch-lines
Ambling to a higher palace, that bines
Changing the mental shapes that learn
As an augur that occurs in ideas of yearn
The lanes of life rising and falling in class
Coming in its pure-love shapes like glass
Thrilling as new structures in fresh vales
Stated in dazzling prose in years of tales
A crossing, changing shape surreptitious
What’s inside will show in times salacious
It truly is not a bet mate, close the closet
There is no ghost to be seen, in this set
This ghost you seek has in ages sadly jet
Poetry is the beat that streams in asset
Skin tones in the moral wilderness salient
A serene owl in read Norkem Park, radiant
The world is a place for sacred illumination
Aim to lift those in need, none exploitation
Foreign brother black, singing in harmony
United in the speedy course to autonomy
Xenophobia lives not in this brown skin
Time or place, any human will not spin
Places changing shape for man to escape
Katlehong, Tembisa, Soweto, in its cape
What’s inside will show in times salacious
The world standing to its voice, gracious
Changing shapes is with changing times
In forms moving faster in speedy frames
As charming as the petunias held in kiss
Wary the heart will, in lost time miss
The lanes of life rising and falling in class
Its funny how, one rewinds time to class
When the shifts in shapes were in nurture
A revolutionary voice shaped by its nature
Changing shapes, is truly changing lanes
Walking band along the Norkem planes

By Linda Sakazi Thwala