thinking about my uncle who went missing in the SA struggle |
Passionate souls formed I Rose from ashes, into my bosom Breathed freedom and I lived I’ve never met them You have only read about them on history pages Referred to as others without names It’s has been ages Families rambled apart - hate is all my heart sings Death played reggae in his head He danced to redemption songs till he vanished Into the heavy air and landed somewhere in Africa’s kind hand My family had tears for dinner that night Year: 1977 Day : blood smoky heavy and grey Age : twenty Living behind sister, mother, child and many yet to be born generations of his bravery It sounds a lot like his obituary Yet we were made to believe that traces of his flesh were spotted somewhere in Angola And without a trace Black weakens into many shades Green and gold goes well with greed And black remains shame His memory fades in your reality and I still search for his remains As you celebrate your prestigious foundations I pray that his soul finds its way back home You lie to my face Fake his death certificate Change your mind again Tell me he lives in a mental institute without a trace I cannot put my voice on mute Until their lips leak with truth Until someone decides to speak Of the last time the green car dragged his feet To where his bones are dying of thirst Or where he lives lifelessly Whiles I suffocate in this democracy We’ve become colour blind Unable to separate black from white Our culture suffers We’re like dry leaves growing far away from the roots that feed us We run towards that light that burns us Then we cover our skin in make up Trying to fill our cup, we spill it Cause we’ve lost it Hoping that media will fix it With a quick guide on how it’s done in Europe and America And Africa wears the most expensive weave Knows the best abortion pills We drink his blood in bottle stores Whiles poverty gives birth to more infants Feeding on brandy tasting milk from their mother breasts Its mothers raising sons and daughters sleeping with their fathers Its society cursing freedom and black not part of the rainbow - Nation weeps |