Fractured Bones of the Clenched Fist
A clenched fist rose in the air filled with chants and gun smoke
All across Africa we marched and our spirits never broke
The power of fingers clenched in a fist cracked walls of discrimination
Then oil unclenched the fingers and we started to point and make accusations
When the fingers dried, we clenched our fists again, clinched our teeth but turned on each other
The rubble of apartheid walls became missiles as brother rose against brother
We fractured our bones, our fingers became too weak to point at our shame
What will the fractured bones of clenched fist now proclaim?
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