Theater Of The Day Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

In this day and age; South Africa is a stage
Filled with Actors and actresses
Some are white, Some are black
Some of us don't want to be black, yet we
are not white yet, I say 'not white yet'
For we aspire for that
We have been socially conditioned to behave
like that divide and conquered to reject being
black Mis-educated to accept misnamed 'coloured'
How ironic is that?
How historic can one be mislead?

Blood of my blood, it is our story that is massacred
The story of a black skin and a white soul
No longer shall it remain sore
For the soil is fertile
Deep In it the seeds must be buried alive
Declaring black lives are also worthwhile
In the meanwhile the youth stares the future with a
conscious eye
A sip from this black consciousness quenches our thirst
It teaches us something about loving ourselves first
We are no longer seeking to be accepted by anybody else
Today we sing a revolutionary song
We seek real solutions towards our freedom
Black consciousness is knocking on our font door
Empty political promises can no longer hold us down
For We have over endured a long steep
We are awakening from a deep sleep
Thus We reject being the lost sheep
For Our shepherd is in partnership with those condoning our oppression
We are the sleeping giants
Awakening among those massaging our pain with false
integration
We find ourselves neglected & despised in a 'rainbow
nation'
Begging to be loved by the system build against us

|Mufasa|