I know not about the person who tied this knot.
I tried to listen to the sound of reality not,
to them it was not difficult to plot-
on the life of reality,
on the fears of them slaves,
they brought these darknesses from caves
they sharped the swords, killed our bright future
they came with their intelligence, with their computer.
Something that we know not about it
they slaved us, killed us and we were said to be stupid.
I, Tuck it.
Yes they wanted glory in our nation,
with a lie that goes with passion.
Affection
we needed. it was not found.
I Rebound.
Around -
this life i don't know,
this life i never knew,
why me an African?
Why us the nation of holiness?
I want to untie this red knot of life.
Today i untie this red knot of life!
The life our ancestors blessed us with.
The life that would make an awesome sound in our ears.
The sounds that made our hearts beat,
we were said to be freed
from the seed
of apartheid the weed
that sunk our hearts deep.
We want not apartheid!
We need not discrimination-
in our nation!
I say we need the freedom of reality,
i untie this red knot which is said to be of life!
by: Mongameli Mazongolo
date: 2014/05/11
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem