Do They Still Call It Grounding Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Those days when people hid
From the Askaris they called
Going into hiding grounding
These days when we hide from
Time we call it what.

Nobody is looking for you
The way the apartheid regime
Searched for you because
You do not matter to the
Times that we live in
As you did then.

People hid under beds
And hid in the forest
And hid in the backseat
Of beetles man.

They also died inside
Wardrobes in lounges
For life had to be bought
With the price of death
Just so that we can live
And come together a people
Who have cause each other
To suffer for we did not
Want to share fairly and
Still do not really want
To do so.

Get a new life and go on
For the past long sailed
Away from the shore,
And went to the end
Of the era.