Written at the same time in 1976 as Shell Bird. The workshop I attended gave us information of what people were suffering under apartheid.
Can one sit at ease,
when she sees,
another
taken.
Taken where he would not go.
Put in a box half his size.
Given a tune to dance to.
Played in a rhythm he knows not.
One faulty step
and
his box becomes smaller,
the tune played faster
and the rhythm more obscure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem