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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.
Copyright © Edward Ndopu | Year Posted 2017
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