City of Johannesburg, a history of architected otherness, invisible citizen
in abandoned buildings, it's two thousand eighteen and still the apartheid walls
are falling on broken people, red clouds of dust rose from the so-call-forgotten
past, the air thickened with cunnings of death.
Whose child lies dead beneath this fallen wall, again this morning a black
Woman is mourning; another part of her has been taken by this city of gold.
We were brought here for labour; we are still here to labour, what lies here,
Beneath this apartheid wall it is not a pupil, but a future of a people.
This country, its cities, its buildings and walls maintains the anti-black demeanour,
only an old racist wall would fall on a black child.
|Sazi KaMzibeni|
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This country, its cities, its buildings and walls maintains the anti-black demeanour, only an old racist wall would fall on a black child..tragic situation..... after nelson mandela. the new generation........ race problem., freedom, equaltiy. deaths of children.. thank u dear poetess. tony