WHEN I DIE IN MY COUNTRY OF BIRTH! When I die, no one will see my body, I will become the wind that blows from Cape to Cairo, from Morocco to Madagascar. When I die, no one will see my body, Ill become the heartsong that brings joy to everyones heart. When I die, no one will see my body, Ill become the page turned by the wounded hand in Mothutlung. When I die, no one will see my body, Ill become a mark that represent equality. When I die, no one will see my body, Ill become the tears, the sweat, the breath and the blood running down the streets of Marikana. When I die, no one will see my body, Ill be welcomed by Mambush Mgcineni with a great smile saying the revolution is coming. When I die, no one will see my body, Ill be joining a beautiful sister of mine Nqobile Nzuza on stage of freedom in heaven. When I die, no one will see my body, Ill be marching with Andries Tatane on my left singing the very same song we sang during apartheid era: Senzeni na?Senzeni na? Yes! We will be demanding answers even in heaven. When I die, no one will see my body, Ill die in the hands of my own brother controlled by my own government. When I die, no one will see my body, Ill die in the hands of the democratic government and no one will be held accountable. When I die, they will sing a song about my death too, and say it was Gods will. When I die, Ill die in a new South Africa just like my father lay down on a cold dust in Marikana. When I die, no one will see my body, I will fall next to the Sons and Daughters who fell bitten by the white mans bullet. You wondering who am I? I was not born, I was planted. Im Biko in Vision and Sobukwe in Action! By: P.A.C.Zweni
Posted on: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 06:06:49 +0000
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