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Kankere, o selo mang?
O maru a se nang tladi malebatsa
Letsele le re le antseng masi a botshelo
Le tswa lengope le le botlhole ba loso
Fela jaaka moloi, ga o mmala
O tsena ka tidimalo e e tsenelletseng
Re tshoga kgwethe mo letseleng
Tshega e fapogile metsetelo
Bosula ba gago bo setse bo ile magoletsa
O tlhasela mmele o sa kgetholle
O tsenella marapo o a je mmoko
Boidiidi ba go ata ga gago bo a boitshega
O le mmitsa-ntswa o o sa tsholang thupa
O ikala medi jaaka setlhare mo nokeng
Makala a gago a gagola le sebete tota
Botlhoko ba gago bo se na bokhutlo
Masetlapelo e le bogobe ba rona ba malatsi otlhe
O selo mang wena o sa bonweng
Fa sekhukhuni se bonwa ke sebataladi
Le baitseanape tota ba retelelwa ke pheko
Ditlhong e se sepe, o tshegisa ka tsholofelo ya rona
O nole Mme botshelo go fitlhela lerothoding la bofelo
Botshelo ba gagwe bo nyelelela re ntse re lebile
Maano re a logile ga sita a loso
Bokhutlong a raga thokolo, a neela moa
Legale mo losong Mme o bone boikhutso bo bo sa khutleng
Selo ke wena ga o kitla o ikhutsa le e seng
Sa gago ke go tlalatlala naga, o sasanka bosigo le motshegare
O tsoma motswasetlhabelo yo o latelang.
Jackie Mondi
Cancer, what the hell are you?
Your entrance causes no stir
The breast from which we suckled lifegiving milk
Grows a malignant lump that leads to death
As you make an inconspicuous entrance
You come in deep silence
While we reel in the shock of the lump
It is too late
As your evil is now widespread
You attack the body indiscriminately
Crunching the bones down to the marrow
Your boundless spread is fearsome
You do your harm unseen
You spread your roots like a tree by the river
Your branches tearing even the liver apart
Your devastation unending
Pain, our daily bread
If everything comes to light eventually
What the hell are you that you cannot be seen
Even scientists cannot find a cure
You have made a mockery of our hope
You sucked the life out of her even to the last drop
Our mother's life vanishing in front of our eyes
Our tactics to save her life stopped at death’s door
Finally she gave in and gave her last breath
Even so in death mother received eternal rest
And you damned thing will never find rest
Your lot is to roam the earth, wandering day and night
Searching for your next victim.
Jackie Mondi
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