He Was There Poem by Siyabonga A Nxumalo
He Was There
i saw his blood
on the street last night.
i sorbed, thinking of
that black friday.
that took him away from us.
that brought end and begining.
it brought end to his life.
life devoted to working
for his people.
life lived for other people.
life lived for a short while.
it brought a begining to our lives.
lives lived without him.
lives lived crying for him.
lives lived with other people.
his frail, lifeless body lay there.
his blood splashed on that tar road,
his eyes wide open but blind.
they could no longer see.
he could no longer breath.
he was there, among them all.
he participated in the struggle,
he was a victim of apartheid
police, not once or twice.
he was brutally asaulted,
like them all,
on numerous occasions.
he carried machine guns,
with them.
he fired a few shots,
like them.
he was a freedom fighter,
like them.
they are enjoying the
fruits of dermocracy.
they are sharing the
rewards of their hardwork.
nothing comes our way,
nobody knows or remember him.
to them he never lived,
he never participated.
I'm not bitter,
but that blood in my dream
reminded me that.....
HE WAS THERE..! !
wow! ! How horrific! He sounds like he died a hero. Sacrificed himself for freedom. May freedom rein. May his life never be forgotten.
This is an amazing write. Discrimination in any form should not be tolerated in a civilized world. Only an uncivilized government can condone such atrocities to her citizens...you have brought this to light, the fact that so many who fight and contribute to freedom die and are forgotten heroes..blessings...
all are human, with the same color of blood, with the same organs & eating the same things. We should respect each other. Every thing has its own value.........So there is no meaning in any type of discrimination......So love each other. This a great poem which shows us a negative face of the human beings..........well written, dear friend..
Oh Siyabonga, what an emotional piece of writing there. Absolutely touching.
You Know I have so many people I can think of, who have died in the most inhuman ever way there could ever be, all that because of efforts they put, just to level the road for those like us, they sacrificed their own lives that belonged to their families, to mention but a few Steve Bantu Biko, the list is endless, but I can truly sense the is this one person which you tried to relate to in this write, its really sad, but worth reading for the sake of inner-peace The_African_Son
this is a sadly fantastic poem. it filled me with remembrance of something from the past. thank you for letting me remember!
it's a very touching poem// great write! ! Top marks! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 1:30:45 AM # 1.0.0
Loved it, some didn't even die but are still not recognised my brother, they were there. Wonderful poem I really enjoyed it!