I cry for a brother who travelled from emakhaya to Egoli with hopes and dreams of finding a job but only to be caught in the life of crime

I speak of a sister who lost her virginity in exchange for a job
I speak of a sister who has to sleep with her father’s age mates to buy groceries and toiletries at res

I plea to the officials not to use force and fists to those chanting and dancing for service delivery at our main roads
I plea to you to put guns down when dealing with our children who are fighting for free education

I grieve for a black graduate who is sweeping the streets because of unemployment
I grieve for a black trying child who lost his stock because of robbery

I urge you to stop using your media platforms to shame fellow black child
I urge you to stop pulling each other down