Poetry

WE DO

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[Remember Sobukwe: 1924 – 1978] under the objective conditions we all have big families to take care of loved ones to shower with undying love adorable children to raise friends to spend time with stupid facebook posts to send exploiting

UNDER THE BLUEGUM TREE

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[With Mahlubandile Jr Ntabeni] as the fiery sun bakes mother earth and the asphalt streets rise up in anger as patched throats risk running more drier and the rumbling in our bellies cries out as the scornful glares pounce upon

THE CHILD DID NOT RETURN

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the child did not return from school down the road the child was last seen at ten in the morning through a hole in the rotten corrugated iron another school child saw the child slip into the pit latrine desperately

THIS THING OF OURS

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[In Memory of Bra Vusi Make] this thing of ours is never talked about though its dear life is seeded in the up and down of our own lives at times it gives a sinking feeling of despair and defeat

POEM: IN MEMORIUM

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For Mangaliso Sobukwe, Onkgopotsi Tiro, Mthunzi Shezi, Bantu Biko, Sello Motau, Selaelo Ramusi, Zweli Nyanda, Barbara Ribeiro, Khalushi Mahlangu, Mahlalela Selepe, Phila Ndwandwe, Thembisile Hani, Sabelo Phama and many other galant fighters. Blood bleeding our lands again Teargas smoking our

POEM: SING SIBONGILE

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Sing Sibongile sing for someone forlorn and homeless supping sorrow from the big spoon of wild winds somewhere in the meadow in the veld of promises aplenty sing for someone whose eyes face east of the indigo sky praying and