A moment in time captured in a simple wind
Of a simple pipe
By a simple folk
I see black boys standing in a corner somewhere
In the middle of Johannesburg
Long before the ’76 Uprising
I see them blowing and swinging
Blowing and swinging
The crowd gathering, listening, moved!
Throwing coins in a hat
And then a yellow police vehicle
Would always come too quickly
KWELA, KWELA, KWELA!
Was all that THEY could say
In the city
In the township,
Purple notes
Purple tunes
A purple moment in time
I see happiness and sorrow entwined
Like strands in the loom
I see a people going on because life goes on
KWELA, a moment in song
Your dream has come to life!
luv it Lungelo, that yellow canary, sure ruined a lot of songs, in its time..
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The penny whistle is a 'people's instrument' in many cultures - leading, as you've shown it does, to people's unity in thought and feeling. Humble as it is it contributes to greatness - even great poetry. Well written Lungelo! Rgds, Ivan