1976. Poem by Musa Gift Masombuka

1976.



Never shall I
Forget this year.
Never shall I
Forfeit this memory.

In my mind it hiss
Irresistible for a mind to miss.
It was a point to prove
and uselessly improve.

They, Boers were killing
Not even thrilling
Not afraid to kill
A corpse to them was a toy.

Many lives they have claimed,
like scavengers had got prey to eat.
Shoot! Kill! Whip!
That was their profession.

Oh our grandparents had gone,
The land of Soweto had became a burial ground.
They gone fighting,
Fighting for FREEDOM.

Oh freedom,
A word that makes a Boer to spit.
This word meant nothing to them.
It was just like an exhausted ahem.

Why have they had to do that?
For a lesson they said.
Oh! Yes, a lesson we learned.
That is to just hate them more.

Never shall they find,
a place in my heart which forgives.
If only they are to reverse the clock
And bring back our loved ones.

Poem by: © Musa Gift Masombuka 2015.
Composed and Edited by: Musa Gift Masombuka Artworks 2015.

1976.
Monday, June 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: history,separation
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The Soweto student uprisings of 1976.
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