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The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; a rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
In the stillness of night Wisdom came and stood
By my bed. She gazed upon me like a tender mother
And wiped away my tears, and said : 'I have heard
The cry of your spirit and I am come to comfort it.
We know who the killers are,
We have watched them strut before us
As proud as sick Mussolinis',
We have watched them strut before us
A green and silent spot, amid the hills,
A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place
No singing sky-lark ever poised himself.
It is darkest hour in our history,
Dark nights shrouded with mystery,
Keeping under heels and making mockery,
Liberty torch shine but under label of slavery,
Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee,
And let me call Heaven’s blessing on thine eyes,
(Dedicated to you, my Brothers and Sisters)
AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore,
As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, and the dead
that return no more,
COVER thy spacious heavens, Zeus,
With clouds of mist,
And, like the boy who lops
The thistles' heads,
Colonialism in its last moments is pushed to the centre stage -
the recoiling phenomenon intensely illuminated
by The Flame Of Liberty.
Roused by the prospect of emancipatory freedom,
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
Where would we go if told to leave
This land where our kidnapped forefathers grieved
For life as it once were
And not as destiny's mind perceived
You that, like a dagger’s thrust,
Have entered my complaining heart,
You that, stronger than a host
Of demons, came, wild yet prepared;
The awful shadow of some unseen Power
Floats through unseen among us, -- visiting
This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower, --
In the world of Saints
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
Is't not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?
I was here from the moment of the
Beginning, and here I am still. And
I shall remain here until the end
Of the world, for there is no
Pour O pour that parting soul in song
O pour it in the sawdust glow of night
Into the velvet pine-smoke air tonight,
And let the valley carry it along.
About a decade had passed
Bertrand Russell had written
Why I Am Not a Christian
Man is innocent but slavery makes him rustic
No one is free from servitude
Some are slaves to use metres in their poems
Some are uxorious
Can slavery reparations dismantle systemic racism?
plantations are all over the planet.
slavery are everywhere.
that is a systemic racism.
Young girls, innocent and pure, laughing, talking, feeling free and independent, holding gently, dearly, to their natural beauty and instincts.
Hoping to never have to change into what some man's image of what they want you to be like, not wanting you to be yourself, but a copy of what they expect you to be.
honest Abe did you forget
or did you have no time
for a great wrong never righted
too busy embroiled in a civil war
Of Canadian and American history
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
The mention of a year in print caught my eye
In the international edition of The Sunday New York Times,
Allah has created
One of His best creatures mankind
For His slavery,
Only through slavery human beings have to satisfy Him
Anyone who thinks slavery is a choice did not know the number of deaths,
The number of deaths,
Which occurred before the many rebellions,
Before the known revolutions.
Slavery was the worst crime ever committed
Slavery was an insult, a major sin, a tragedy
A carnage against innocent human beings
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