The enemy came to steel,destroy and kill our leader, our hero Steve Biko. He was chosen by God and no one can deny that.

Iron helmets will not save/Even heroes from the grave/Good man's blood will drain away/While the wickid win the day.

there are only so many thingsthat you can fix with your hands....What they don't realize is I am not a thing to fix.

Shade for a manAnd shelter for animals,Planted in your name,May you be the same for those around you,Every year the same.

e the kiss in my hairthat no one seesmove, when i movesigh, when i sigh...be that line from a poemthat i hold in my eyes.

So this is love:the Sculptor’s chisel.And stone, which in its whole lifedoes not utter a single word,suddenly sings.

The time has come," the walrus said, "to talk of many things: Of shoes and ships - and sealing wax - of cabbages and kings

Your flesh is not a reflection of your soul. So when you look in the mirror, remember that your light outshines your flaws.

ONE WORDOne word— one stonein a cold river.One more stone—I'll need many stonesif I'm going to get over.

Behold yon rough and flinty roadWhere youth, now youth no more,Gropes whining, seeking crumbs of loavesHe cast away of yore.

Ode to the Chamber...linger here amidst the chamberin which we embrace our lovetalk to me of sonnetsand call me turtledove...

I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.

When I dieI'm sureI will have aBig Funeral.Curiosityseekers...coming to seeif Iam reallyDeador justtrying to makeTrouble.

My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.

And the pebbles fight each other as rocks/And my father bends among them/Two hands outstretching up to me/Not that I can hear.