There's a voice that remains cocked in many
throats, a reality looming beyond what many
eyes are condition to see, there's a lived experience,
a story written everyday but never published for
the world to read.
Here there's dark clouds gathering, a booming storm
beyond this illusive colours of the rainbow, there's a
nation surviving within the nation, bipolic state of People
of Colour and Rainbow People, here there's a pregnant
nation to give birth, there's a dying nation, to give way.
There's a nation of suburbians living Fat, there's a nation
of subjects surviving death, for a tomorrow of citizenship.
There's liberation coming, so they agitate for the death
of South Africa, for the birth of Azania.
|Suss KaMzibeni|
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