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for Hidipo Hamutenya 1939-2016 At the end of this hard road Spider webs adorn the graveyards Of all those who reach freedom By intellectual decree. The tears of the fallen Are not anywhere to be found, In the eyes of the surviving. You lay in the casket displayed on thorns With the nation's cosmetics painted on, And exile sounds and exile thoughts Were banished from you by the undertaker Words of the tongue of one we knew The rehearsal of moments, In our struggle, the stillness in bits And the sorrowful noise of monkeys The world wasn't yours. It belonged to the big people. But you-- You left us in tatters, without care and hope, You gave us a daydream of our freedom Dreaming, dreaming, in the middle of the day Faceless, invisible... Ready for a change An ecstasy of revolution The thing you lived for: The nation and not the story of the nation The thing itself and not the Party Your story flows in more than one direction Consummated.