Xoliswa Maduna Poet Political Verse

A letter to my flag

A tinted rainbow smeared with blood

On its surface lies the bodies of youth devoured by guns

Guns aimed at them by the same people who were meant to protect them

46 years later we are still fighting the same battle as the class of 76

But now the narrative has changed 

Instead of fighting against being taught in a language we don’t understand

The fight is against fees and black on black oppression



Please forgive mama that they didn’t tell you when you were voting in 1994 that you were voting for your grandkids and great grandkids to be unemployed

Please forgive me sir that they didn’t tell you ukuthi you were voting for your kids to be working at a carwash with a Masters degree

I am sorry that they didn’t tell you, you were voting for black-on-black oppression

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