A Fallacy: My Youth, Our Youth Poem by Mitta Xinindlu
A Fallacy: My Youth, Our Youth
A voice to my youth,
our youth.
A voice of pain finally released.
Unappeased.
Released at the expense of blood, tears, and sweat.
Screams coming in floods, piercings, and threats.
I remember your pain too.
I remember your cries and screams of 'Amandla ngawethu'.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: politics
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