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Phillip Zhuwao
THE ROTTEN FRUIT
THE ROTTEN FRUIT
THE ROTTEN FRUIT
When was it?When hunger's question pleaded,
‘Can I?’
When was it?
When profit's smile drove the nail
‘Times have changed please pay.’
Is something dead?
Somewhere something is smelling
I hope it's not the fruit.
When man prays to God
and gets nothing
he gives nothing to his fellow man
For he will feel betrayed.
© 2004, Phillip Zhuwao
From: Sunrise Poison
Publisher: Deep South, Grahamstown
From: Sunrise Poison
Publisher: Deep South, Grahamstown
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THE ROTTEN FRUIT
When was it?When hunger's question pleaded,
‘Can I?’
When was it?
When profit's smile drove the nail
‘Times have changed please pay.’
Is something dead?
Somewhere something is smelling
I hope it's not the fruit.
When man prays to God
and gets nothing
he gives nothing to his fellow man
For he will feel betrayed.
From: Sunrise Poison
THE ROTTEN FRUIT
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