Tonight I write to my death
Tonight I breath words
Tonight I eat at the palms of the rhino and miner
I engage the sophistication of injustice
Tonight I cry shaded tears
Of Marikana and the jokes of Cosatu
Tonight I perish not to the truth
But live to the mystery of the poet
Tonight I cry of my umbilical cord
Tonight I realise that am born of a people
Tonight I shall speak
Fear not of spies and their lackeys
Tonight I leap into a trance of my confusion
Tonight I rise, and rise
I dream dreams of hope
Of stories of my unborn daughter
Tonight I become me in fullness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a nice entry well versed keep your spirit high you are the horse of the long race