A broken poet

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Ode to Dirk

"I want to phone dad but dont know his cellphone number."


"Robbers came into the house and daddy was badly hurt, so hurt that he went to heaven and won't come back."


"Can I pray-phone daddy?"

"I hope you're happy, Daddy, and that you're nice and warm."

"Is daddy is also in my heart like Jesus is?"



Im sorry for how messed up our country is Dirk. Im sorry you had to lose your dad due to senseless violence and racial hatred. I promise, I will do everything I can to fix things in South Africa. And I hope that we can both do so, without hate in our hearts.