Kamara Poem by Thabitha Marakalala

Lynched, tortured and raped her tears fell in silence
She lay on that dark cold corner, trying to make sense of this violence
Taken so far away from home to this cold alien islands
On that strange sad face of the bleating moon She painted her reliance
Under the dead cracked soil She lost all her confidence
The teary hot sun mimed to her mother Afrika its condolence
Her child suffocates under its face
Even the stars can't bear her pain
Its only the silent yellow moon that shares her strain
She offeres no resistance
She Shows no defiance
With Pain her constant visitor
She was given scriptures as her guidance.
The world plays dead to this memories
But the silent yellow moon still recalls how kamara became a Christian...

KAMARA

Tbt-M