Sing me a song

Sing me a song
That plays softly and takes long
For this melancholy is quite not short
Piano keys and muffled cries
As I batter myself over lost time
Yet to see time’s wings but oh dear it flies
What did we sow to reap this much?
Lord why do you our souls crush?
Such sad news before lunch

A dear life you led my friend
Breathtaking and without much suspense
A die hard soccer fan you were
Lord could you not let us just prepare?
The stars are writing your name amongst them
For your ambition and passion shone just like them
I wish to write you the best of masterpieces
But you are the master piece amongst the pieces
I write with sorrow and pain
This heartbreak I cannot explain
Do not cry as you read this
God’s work is unquestionable
He had given and now he has taken
Dijane Motseki May your soul Rest In Peace

~ George Motapane Jr

Die ongepubliseerde digter ...

Aquabionic deur na SAGE nasionale eindrondte 2017...

Aquabionic, HTS se enigste span wat deurgedring het na die
eindrondte. Hier is Pieter Pretorius en George Motapane
besig om aan hulle toesprake te werk!
Sterkte, Manne!!

Die videograaf, Alumni-lid - Wilhelm Erasmus.

Tekkies op pad na die Nasionale kompetisie van SAGE!

Tekkies-SAGE vat hulle persoonlike fotograaf saam!
Viva Wilhelm

These walls

They that have protected us from birth to adolescence

They that have stopped rain from coming in -

and saw and rebuked us for our sins.

Yet temptation would not let us go -

these walls have hidden us from our foes.

Surely within them, our secrets are kept

for they say nothing about the days we have left.

Seven years later, we come back:

wearing hearts proud with army knack

to find our loved ones care no more,

their bones rested, dried up or hard core.

We will leave again when they call

to return home to none but these cold walls.

George Motapane grade 12B

Pain

The pain I've caused you
Cannot compare to the pain
I've caused to myself
In the process.

The memories that I wish to erase
From my twisted mind.
Pulls down the wrinkles of sadness on my face.

I'm not a scientist
But I know that a substance
Is formed when ink
Is mixed with my painful tears.

It's also my wish
To be one with you
In the happiness of marriage,
But love right now seems like a burden.

I've been too absent-minded lately.
And I will understand if you hate me.
I guess love doesn't always win.
But it's complexity allows us to survive.

(George Motapane 11B)