There’s a beautiful woman out there
She paints the town red
With rogue
Her water broke and gave birth to
A commission that interrogates drug cartels

Umfazi wesililo
She weeps and sweeps
The streets
Are her kids
Wise, Streetwise
Otherwise
Her kids
Are no strangers to her cooking
Substance in a Woolies bags

Oh bathong
There’s a pretty woman out there and this is what she told me
It all began with an idea to turn the coin into a new form of life
Note this is the current flow of life
This currency makes the world go round
And this time around
It’s going 20 times abound
Going 20
G20

Look
Look at her now
She carries broken bones
Broken souls
Broken promises and she is falling apart
And she is falling apart
Who will hold her together
Who will carry us if she can’t
I can’t complete this piece
Until she gets masterpiece
This piece is my entrance fee to poetry