The Violent Street

Our brothers Were treading their cool streets Without anxiety All day long. Then while they slept The noise like those of giants Woke them suddenly Immediately To the street They rushed And watching they saw the elephants But sadly this new specie of elephants With rude limbs Started treading on our brothers Like the grass. Since that very morning The cool street mourning Turned violent: No sound sleep No sound wake No sound movement On this side of Soweto All day long! No sound thinking No sound speech No sound action On this side of Soweto All day long! No sound instruction No sound association No sound living On this side of Soweto All day long! Life becomes death Death is living Where they bear spectre This new specie of elephants.