Before The Funeral - Dedicated To Steve Biko Poem by Penge Wa Kibombo

ILL-starred, the heir of passion reeks,

The rain flirts vainly with the sea,

Steel love struggles to feed the core,

Mere heartache moans the limping soul,

And Misery for the dead poor

Is carved firmly where stars should be.



So my strong tears which fall like rope,

Yet can't lift you from this graveyard,

Drown each pore on my human cheek.



Love was as silent as your fall

The day Sunday bullets scarred Hope:

Your blood brushed the ground mourning,

Fell on wings, kissed red the grey wind,

Then lay locked in hell's glacial hut.