1976
1976
Not just a number with statistics,heroes fell who
didn't live to tell,who can't reap what they
saw,leaving all
they new to be true behind,families wish they
could rewind and make things right by
them,walking on the pool of blood where our
kind became victims of change,looking back to
what they fought for,do we ever consider the
intentions of their demise,goodbyes unsaid and
birthdays celebrated among angels,bullets
flew,hearts stood still,their beats heard no
more,the sky confused by the white smokes
turning black clouds,the world with no color yet
what took place in the day painted various colors
of pain in fragile hearts,every time we kill each
other,the fallen soul that went before us is
troubled,every time we starve ourselves of
forgiveness,the other fallen soul feels the
hunger,how long will it take to heal these eternal
wounds,time flies as some of us loose what roots
us and our heritage,humanity and unity,they
have sacrificed all to halt the pain,never again
shall it rain or pour with agony,the past
embraced is not forgotten but if we dwell too
much on it, their death was in vain,so many dead
of some we never heard,ripping the future raw
from umbilical cords,ripe wombs hesitating to
give birth to other victims to get swallowed by this
earth,boom boom boom,misery looms are we
doomed,even cockroaches never get massacred
like this,minds trapped in the middle of a sea
waiting for moses to split it into two,saw two
horses racing together why can't it be our
forever?
Copyright © Jeremia Letswalo | Year Posted 2013
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