The Violent Street
Our brothers
Were treading their cool streets
Without anxiety
All day long.
Then while they slept
The noise like those of giants
Woke them suddenly
Immediately
To the street
They rushed
And watching they saw the elephants
But sadly this new specie of elephants
With rude limbs
Started treading on our brothers
Like the grass.
Since that very morning
The cool street mourning
Turned violent:
No sound sleep
No sound wake
No sound movement
On this side of Soweto
All day long!
No sound thinking
No sound speech
No sound action
On this side of Soweto
All day long!
No sound instruction
No sound association
No sound living
On this side of Soweto
All day long!
Life becomes death
Death is living
Where they bear spectre
This new specie of elephants.
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