Since when have you been speaking?
Like a thunder you have been
In which language have you been teaching?
Like a master you had seen
My son saying what you think costs life
From where are you accent? Bantu land
My son, from where did you fall? Zongo
In doing what you can’t say, Mpungo a Ndongo
Saying what you cannot do, Yalukeni
Until you suffer silence that can hear sound.
Silence, I say silence, pray and cry, this is it
Since when do you shout, trying to fit in and out?
Like a comedian you try to insert tears in eyes
In which tone can you cry to tell this story?
Kulu Mbimbi tells her story better than you do
My son wipe out your tears, use your ears
Learn to silence your frustration, be silent
Go read, I have been there before you. I am silent
Crowding, shouting, thinking what you will say
The cost of bloody confrontation to the line of death
Just write out your emotion, bring in your commotion
Until you sleep, wait, silence, I say be silent, use it
Use silence to speak to teach to sleep, you are still
Since when have you been writing your voice?
On unrest and no rest you stood stages of speech
In which weapon have you been fighting, struggling?
Wrestling winning, my son was not reading on time
It takes silence to read time, be on time, leading on time
Silence I say, silence, grandfather Mandela is resting
Copyright © ISAAC KINZAMBI | Year Posted 2016
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