Poems from Gareth Ntungwerisho
A Christmas treat to the system
A bombardment of truth under the missile-toe
A message to the cowards that kiss up to you
A reward for...
They say pain is creates art If so my life is art I only exist on pain. A boy created on a red canvas A canvas that is the colour of my...
What does it mean to be a woman Does it mean to be less of a human And to be more of an animal Respected for only it's purpose And not it's...
I find it outrageous That the people who work the hardest Earn the least How can am man survive in the world with empty pockets My pockets...
Is there justice in this world Is justice just a child's dream Only seen in the eyes of the naive and foolish The iris of a black man Has...