The Prince

I see the sun finding it’s light.
I see the the eagle free in it’s flight.
I see the earth full of life.
I see the Young making the future bright.

Can you see,
Or you are too blind to see?
Do you feel my spirit,
Or you body is not interested in it?
I see a youth succeed without becoming a cader.
I see a youth rich not an old bagger.

I see a future that fight for what they own.
And what they get is there own.
I see a youth who can lead a nation.
I see a lot some of which I can’t maintain.
I see Nelson mandela smile.
I see KK happy, looking at what we have become.
I see the freedom fighters happy with what we have done with our freedom.
I see a future full of great wisdom.
I see dark supremacy becoming the world’s budge.
I see African countries emerge.

But I see all this in the future.
And the present is not promising a bright future.
Mandela in his grave must be crying.
And KK deep down his heart is moaning.
All our freedom fighters must be drowning in tears.
Watching the future leaders,
Become as useless as fighting in the streets.
And the police are comfortably seating in there offices,
Wearing there suits.
Can’t react to the violence in kanyama.
The future was not supposed to be in our hands,
In the first place.
There’s no freedom of speech in my estate.
So I won’t continue with the poem,
I might get arrested.
Prince Edward Angels poetry
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