Makurekure Poem by Tosin Abegunde

Eaten up with this ancestral tales,
A stereotyped contemptous myth
Engrossed for xenophobic reasons:
The second phase of the apartheid
Not by the racist nor by the casts
But by kinsmen with same blood!

Those bloody strangers come:
To steal; to kill; and to destroy
Just as they did to their fatherland
What a Zuluquin injection drip
That, with time, sets world record
Like another nightfall in Soweto!

I blame your anger to your fathers
Who insulated you in isolation
Like the tales of the Boko Harams
Whose fear is the begining of wisdom
With apocalyptic mission inclined,
And nurse by greed and contempt.

'They're bloody strangers
On this our hard earned homeland
And forever we'll remain hostile
Lest they sell us to penury as they'
These we're told by our fathers
A tale we believe its all truth.

Between us now who is a stranger
Is it he that knows not both hands
Or I that seek a greener pasture
Or she in whose pot the nation eat
Or you that school in wrong plane
Or the thoughts of your fathers?

If by now a battle line is drawn
Would all men be silent before their sharer,
As it was in the days of the son of man?
Who lives for who?
Who dies for who?
Let an infidel throw the last stone!