Children Of The Sun Poem by raymond letsitsa

When all of them
Were holding guns
We held spears
And stabbed their nuns
We sang songs of war
They shot bullets
We slew their sons
They killed our Africa
And told us to belly dance
We rebelled against race
For that was of potent relevance
They wore the Madiba attire
And we stabbed him through their skin
Though they shot bullets and we stabbed the whites
No race was willing to win
The terror of racism was not ready to
Give up his swollen arms
The new South Africa was birthed
By bloody streets, massacres of black and snitching revolutionary scums
We reunited black through song
Banging on tight skins
Of African drums
Mathematicians sat on the election tables dying
Before calculating sums
We stop protest at gunshot sounds and let our mothers
Sing their Psalms