Sicelo Sithole

Rookie (09 April 1986 / Durban, South Africa)

On The Origins Of The Money, The Market And Slaves - Poem by Sicelo Sithole

Four boarders, languages, clans of colour and an old age of metals
Bare landscapes, rare travels, ancestry, raw sleeves and petals
The natives: The slaves, then the market and the money
The inventions, alchemy, the art a sweet harmony!
The first laws of exchange, ideas of tax and early ideas of wealth
Ideas of centralism, greed and making more money out of death
The role of the slaves, to plough the yards and farms and make more cents
To build the market, to build the market until it made more sense!
To let the whole world know, that for thousands of years evil shall reign
The origins of the market and money, the pure effort of slaves without any gain

The slaves were brought from slavery by blood, sweat and tears
Was that not in vain if slavery now has changed form
From working muscles for a thousand years
To brains not working but greed fills the hearts of the wounded
Will more greed heal the wounds of evil irreversible?
The laws of exchange revisited
Wealth not in monetary terms
Wonder if by loosing we did not gain
Lessons learnt from bloodshed
Should gain us bare landscapes, rare travels, ancestry, raw sleeves and petals

Written In Collaboration with Xolelwa Zulu (verse 11-20: 01 February 2010)


Comments about On The Origins Of The Money, The Market And Slaves by Sicelo Sithole

  • Rookie - 246 Points Timothy Caffery (2/8/2010 1:19:00 PM)

    I like what you're addressing, but had some trouble absorbing it in this format. No small undertaking though, thats for sure. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 8, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, February 8, 2010


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