BOY ON A SWING

Poetgeneral

Slowly he moves
To and fro, to and fro
Then faster and faster
He swishes up and down

His blue shirt
Billows in the breeze
Like a tattered kite.

The world whirls by:
East becomes west
North turns to south
The four cardinal points
Meet in his head.

Mother!
Where did I come?
When will I wear long trousers?
Why was my father jailed?

By Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

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