Rip to the comeback kid

Your name and fame always seemed to have the right connections in the right places.

PLACES shaped by fears and tears of rejection,with roots out of hope “for the best”. Suspension grown from what if’s and stories from corridors, so vile, to you they seemed to be in the right place.

But I hate to say “What goes around comes around” a skinny word spoken and understood by all walks of life seem to define the inevitability in you.

Now here you are, a Thought, a memory of your power and punishment an unimaginable past of blood and tears of death. a wicked way you once were, a pile of corpses you smelt and reduced to ashes aware.

Forgetting that we are the mother land you found here. Rest in peace apartheid.