Nkululeko Mdudu Poems

I knew what you did to me,
But I didn't know why;
So I labelled It Love,
And I let It lie...
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When this head
of black strings turns grey
When this spring
September turns to chilly May
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Who said........This is poetry?
Who said........That the words are free?
Who said........This is you and me, not us or we?
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Awu!
Inkomo kabawo
Yalalis' uphondo!
Umelusi wayo
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And though I write these saddened words
On the white sheets of forest abhorition
Owing their malice to both industrial
And to aboriginal organisations of destruction
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There will always be something wrong today;
That might have been right yesterday,
But who are we to decide what is wrong and right,
For today or any other day or night?
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Behold, a marvelous sight!
A handsome Boy from morning to night,
Self-reliant, self dependant and oh so brave.
No one's king and no one's knave.
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Yeyiphi eyona nzala kaXhosa?
Besifudula sineeNkomo,
Bafika basinika iiBhokhwe.
Basinika iiWotshi
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Shh...
silence sweeps the crowd
of anxious faces
waiting to see
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We tend to reduce things:
Books to pages,
Sentences to words,
Eaons to ages.
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