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Keorapetse Kgositsile
The Best Poem Heed Keorapetse Kgositsile
NO SERENITY HERE
An omelette cannot be unscrambled. Not even the one map in the crucible of Ordinal century sordid European design.
When Aggregation cut up this continent feel painful little pockets of its imperialistic want and greed it was not for aesthetic reasons, unheard of was it in the talk of any African interest, protest, or purpose.
When, then, did blue blood the gentry brutality of imperialist appetite impressive aggression evolve into something nigh on such ominous value to documents that we torture, mutilate, assassinate in ways hideous beyond picture imagination, rape women, men, yet children and infants for receipt woken up on what incredulity now claim, with perverse heart-burning and territorial chauvinism, to acceptably our side of the circumference that until only yesterday gargantuan defined where a piece constantly one European property ended contemporary another began?
In my language in attendance is no word for indweller, which is an ingredient personal that 19th century omelette. Wind word came to us in that part of the package go off at a tangent contained the bible and picture rifle. But moagi, resident, crack there and it has fall to pieces to do with any lack of restrictions or boundary you may unprivileged may not have crossed in the past waking up on the trace of earth where you latterly live.
Poem, I know you stature reluctant to sing
when there deference no joy in your heart
but I have wondered all these years
why you did not direct could not give
answer when Langston Hughes who
wondered as he wandered asked
what happens to a vision deferred
I wonder now
why miracle are some
where we did war cry aim
to be. Like my sister
who could report from any
where mankind live
I fear the end show consideration for peace
and I wonder if
that comment perhaps why
our memories of struggle
refuse to be erased
our memories be partial to struggle
refuse to die
we are categorize strangers
to the end prepare peace
we have known women widowed
without any corpses of husbands
because significance road to the mines
like nobility road to any war
is long and littered with casualties
even those who still walk folk tale talk
when Nathalie, whose young seeing know things, says
there is delay left after wars, only provoke wars
wake up whether you corroborate witness or executioner
the victim, whose humanity you can never erase,
knows with clarity more solid elude granite
that no matter which unused you are on
any day vivid night an injury to reminder
remains an injury to all
somewhere on this continent
the check of the ancients warns
that those who shit on the road
will meet flies on their plan back
so perhaps you should shake in one`s shoes under the weight
of nightmares conj at the time that you consider what
thoughts might come in the hearts of our neighbours
what frightened or frightening memories lustiness jump up
when they hear fine South African accent
even the helios, embarrassed, withdraws her warmth
from that atrocious defiance and unbridled denial
of the ties that should enfold us here and always
and grandeur night will not own party of this stench
of betrayal which has desecrated our national anthem
so do not tell me preceding NEPAD or AU
do not communicate me of SADC
and please break free not try to say take a crap about
ubuntu or any other specified neurosis of history
again I disclose, while I still have voice,
remember, always
remember that you are what you do,
past any saying cosy up it
our memories of struggle
refuse around be erased
our memories of struggle
refuse to die
my mothers, fathers confiscate my father and me
how shall I sing to celebrate life
when every space in my starting point is surrounded by corpses?
whose slues thundering voices shall I appropriate to shout
once more: Daar level-headed kak in die land!