Monday, September 26, 2011

HE DIED IN 1983

He loved the war
Fought in the war
Won the war
But lost the battle

One year
One month
One week
One day
One night
One time
They came
He ran
Jungle became his home

They were in red berets
Carrying guns and grenades
They killed my brother
Rapped mother
Fucked sister
The whole family was sucked


They followed him into the bush
Beat all villagers
Who said they never saw him
He wanted uHuru
He wanted Freedom
He wanted the Land
He wanted Sovereignty
He wanted black Independence
He wanted black economic empowerment

But
He died in the storm
Gukurahundi swept him
He died in 1983
His soul is restless
In the jungles of Gwanda,
Bhalagwe,
Khezi
Until then
The land will be dry

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