Sicelo Sithole Poems

they were all here, and they were my only brothers
although they are all gone, they will forever dwell in my memory
in the presence and in the absence of all the others
they wrote into hearts a message, compiling the pages of their short lives and stories
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after all these years
I did not feel a need
to let a room for someone to help me conquer all my fears
to plant a seed of harmony, to help me walk away from all the days of greed
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with the walk I could fake his appearance
with the voice I could fake his anger and emotion
they say that every part of me
was a perfect image of him
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I heard voices calling from a dead valley
a place where I hoped that one day I will sing songs of freedom and peace
In the silence of all the hearts that wrote this poem nearly
To the ears hearing and wondering in the circles of their stolen ease
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It all came to me while I was writing,
Of the memories that held the pencil I use to write with, songs of my free youth
It is the mystery of all the promises I made from the quiet graveyard
I am not ashamed of confessing that for a while I was stuck in the mud,
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Early in the morning they shout,
In the lonely dark streets.
Walking, talking and wondering about.
Who cares anyway, it is their freedom to be.
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I have words for you
They are few
You sparkle and shine like the sun and stars in my vivified view
Yes, it is true
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