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A Place Called Home

Tuesday 27th March 2012 11:41 am

Raised in brothel,

Call it home hotel,

Mother a shebeen queen,

A dangerous neighborhood,

Dodging bullets: a new definition,

A place called home.

Destiny inevitable, fate

Vulnerable, put food on the table,

Crime committed, to put food on the table,

Generation of the oppressed class,

Poverty, the one to blame,

Embezzlement of states funds, at boom.

A mother at fourteen,

A father at ten, taboo,

Whole city under blood,

People flouting, death calling,

The uncle my own father, incest

The fruits of democracy, freedom at our door step

Gun shots, its music listen

No woman, no cry, silence;

No more cries, dry as dust

The father of democracy,

The rotten fruits of democracy,

The dream: hand chained manikins,

Silenced, duct tape mouthed,

I hear silent cries

Prediction, Armageddon coming,

The apocalypse coming,

The end of days, was predicted

Democracy- demon- crazy!

Biblically, he predicted,

Incredible happenings

◄ The Two Faced Thief

Androgynous (him and her) ►

Comments

<Deleted User> (9821)

Mon 2nd Apr 2012 11:55

thanks alot for your comments mike, we are facing the issues of corruption in south africa, we overcame the apartheid regime and now we are facing a new challenge, and one day we will win this battle

Noetic-fret!

Thu 29th Mar 2012 19:38

for you makhumza,

Sixteen June

“Sawubona mfowethu –
So where to?
Lapha ngiseholidini,
A national, international
Day of celebration on this,
June Sixteen………
………but what can ‘We,’
Celebrate when crying I saw
Him bleeding, his sister close,
Screaming for his life………
……….So where to mfowethu?
The cemetery where many,
Were seized from days of living,
The bullets and the beatings
Stealing township citizens in
Darkest days of the Apartheid………
………The cemetery belittles
The sacrifice they made,
Schoolchildren with home made
Closthed and bags to carry books
Considered unlawful by the Boer.”

“Baba, come with me!
For this day sings sad songs to
Celebrate the passing of the child,
And tonight, we’ll stay by twilight,
And sing the songs of
Freedom for now, we are no longer
Homeless, this, at last our land………
………For they are not dead!
But there within the twilight
Gathered under roof of stars,
‘looky see!’
Hector Petersen with all
His friends having long
Been taught the barrel and the
Double tap cannot deny the peoples
Love…………
………a love of land and country
That long ago endured plight of
Battle that never scattered peoples hope,
Hector Petersen is there, is here
Within my heart and everywhere I stare;
Looking at the people –
Glad his courage dared.”

“Did we do it mfowethu?
Do we now teach?
Do we keep our Land,
Is it placed in hands Biko
Would have shook?
Are we free from tyranny?
I ask as only now, the child I see
Sits upon the drum, bangs a simple
Beat reminiscent of a calling
By a warring nation under rule?”

“Baba, tis a warning to the
Soul from Petersen himself;
Not to linger too defiantly upon
His tragic death but dance,
Celebrate the day now passing by
And cry, let the mourning turn
To days of joy for here upon the night –
I state, he was more than just a boy;
A casualty of war that forged alliances
From Earth that came knocking at the
Open chasm that once hung
A sculpted door, our door,
And though the bloodletting did
Neither stop or clot, we sit today
In victory, in peace, our children reading
Books once burned a million moons away.”

“Mfowethu”
So where to this pride
That cannot hide these tears?”

“Soweto my brother,
Soweto!”

Michael J Waite 16th June 2009

Noetic-fret!

Thu 29th Mar 2012 19:35

Sawubona Makhumza, there is so much pain and tragedy in this poem. I have so much respect for you for sharing this with us.

Democracy came to SA, now there is so much speak of corruption and decay. My heart goes out to you and all your country. Maybe times ahead will get better, but before it does, it may get worse. I hope you and all your family are well.

Keep writing.

Best wishes,

Mike

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