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
Raped
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
Labels: Gukurahundi, Peace, Violence
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