The Rise Of A Black Child Poem by GALEED MAGAGULA

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

So they say

Stand in the graveyard, as the coffin

Goes down six feet underground

Crying as if they care.



The pain never sees to stop

Seeing my murder on top

Watching me being buried

With their fake teas and their powerful

Act of comfort they surround their fool

They berry and seal the faith of black child

Like a predator seals the faith of its prey hard.



Big mistake, you celebrated to early dear enemies

Like a seed of Umkhiwa, I will keep on germinating

For a seed to grow it must be buried, oh foolish enemies!

The pain you caused was indeed nutrition

Needed to grow a child`s nation,

It is a wake-up call to that mission

That pain implanted in me a vision.

Your hate is like water that keeps a tree forever green.



Umkhiwa= fig tree