Birds of a feather

I know I should be home
comparing scars, making oats
but i must be alone
to write this down

you are a man of few golden words
and my mother’s loved you since fort hare days
in that game you remembered all the birds
that I would forget

and she lives in the cape
enfolded is my disgrace
of past where my back would break
i tried to be her

Ntakani le? Le, le, le?
Ntakani le? Le, le, le?
Ntakani le? Le, le, le?
Ntakani le? Le, le, le?


where jacaranda flowers fall
the younger, a spirit so tall
shoulders where all our burdens fall
the yoke will fall down

she hastens this call must end now
something burning, evryone is in the lounge
you’re the only who isn’t around
when will you come home?

scared is term i will not use
I am so used to this noose
If I throw it down what will i lose?

a feather or two…

Ntakani le? Le, le, le?
Ntakani le? Le, le, le?
Ntakani le? Le, le, le?
Ntakani le? Le, le, le?


I’m done questioning why this flock
you answer with blessings, I’m taking stock
they know my heart used to be a rock
yet they ask…
when will you come home?