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A Bleeding Nation
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Pistol bullets take the skies
in the red traffic lighted streets of Polokwane,
some crazy monsters flee the wheels away
I Will Write
Tell me your problems,
Tell me your quarrels,
Tell me your concerns,
Tell me what eats you within,
A Time To Mourn
some ailment ate my father,
they say he died of pulmonary tb,
his death certificate says so too.
with pressed lungs and loose stomach
The Health Question
i watch our sickly kids,
mamas and gogos with wilting flaccid bones
collapse in the long open-ended queues
in public hospitals
In Defence Of The Ndr?
outside the university in turfloop
donning identity of the defenders of revolution
in the hype of petit politics and hooliganism
some criminal drunks tagged sasco
in the early hours of an autumn dawn
march 21st,1960
led by the fearless pac activists
we took up torches, lamps and lanterns
Come lucky Christmas
they come home
carrying faces of Marabastad,
Witbank and Johannesburg
Verwoerd Is Black
This poem is pregnant
with the black bloodshed of 1976.
This poem is constipated
with slavery of the poor.

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