The Author Poem by Okello Baloyi
The Author
Died for writing what he likes
Words carefully chosen to revive the blackness in us
Betrayal of the struggle, made his peers filthy rich
He died putting our race first
From his profession to a freedom fight
Systemically, his pen was a threat
Banned from gathering
But his words shacked the walls
Barbaric, naked till death
Killed for fight for dignity
His wisdom still lingers in our mind
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