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Fallen gates which were of heaven beginnings of this life
Middle class, grasped at the oustside framed by the book shops where we gathered to be anti police
Saying no to the popo
Being adrfit from the classes and returning home to attempt to aspire
Where were you pop when the fire lit up the streets and we were trying to reach exams?
Where did you land and whose arms held you away from us?
Which heart took you from your ability to be a response to which direction
Suddenly the blunt was at the lips and the 20/20 bottles reigned higher and the shabeens and the all night raves
Instead of a play a college education
How did we know your absence would have a brother drinking absence and a mother stressed tying her head both day and night
In African cloth, holding together the shreds of where you had stained her heart with promises
That came up false
Did we blight our own path to be risen again in your memory which is forgiveness
My fingers twirl at the cross of Christ around my neck
Where my little hands of childhood beg to forget that your solidness
Was a walk into the beginnings of dread to her a mothers head
Soft as down and to lay down the adrenalin for new starts
Only seeing the reminents and wishes that they have no loved ones that dearly depart
