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Abdullah Gofa Moruakgomo Poem
THE DAY I DIED IS BETTER THAN THE DAY I WAS BORN
THE DAY I DIED IS BETTER THAN THE DAY I WAS BORN
THE DAY I DIED BROUGHT ME COMPANY
FAMILY FRIENDS AND EVEN STRANGERS
BUT THE DAY I WAS BORN BROUGHT ME ONLY MY MOTHER AND THE DOCTOR
THE DAY I DIED BROUGHT TOGETHER PEOPLE FROM EVERY DIRECTION
PEOPLE WHO HAD YEARS AND YEARS WITHOUT MEETING
IT BROUGHT THEM SMILES HAPPINESS AND LAUGHTER FOR THEM ONLY CAME TOGETHER BECAUSE OF MY DEATH
THE DAY I DIED IS BETTER THAN THE DAY I WAS BORN
FLOWERS WERE GIVEN TO MY CORPSE
SPEECHES AND TALKS WERE MADE ABOUT THE DEAD ME
CRIES AND MOURNS WENT ALL OVER THE PLACE
I WAS DEAD
CRIES OR NO CRIES I HEARD NOTHING
I WAS IN A BOX WAITING TO BE FED TO THE SOIL
STILL I SAY THE DAY I DIED IS BETTER THAN THE DAY I WAS BORN
FOR MANY FACES CAME OVER TO SEE THAT VERY LAST OF ME
THAN THE VERY FIRST OF ME WHEN I WAS BORN
THE DAY I WAS FED TO THE SOIL IS BETTER THAN THE DAY I BREATHED MY FIRST BREATH
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Abdullah Gofa Moruakgomo Poem
THE DEATH DRUM
BEAR IN MIND THAT DEATH IS A DRUM THAT
BEATS FOREVER
IT BEATS TO CALL THOSE WITH LIMITED DAYS HERE ON EARTH
IT BEATS OUT LOUD
GON GON GON THE BEAT GOES ON
IT CALLS AND CALLS FOR EVERYONE
BOY OR GIRL
YOUNG OR OLD,
WOMAN OR MAN
RICH OR POOR
SICK OR HEALTHY
SAD OR HAPPY
THIEF OR PROPHET
SINNER OR RIGHTEOUS
BLACK OR WHITE
I CAN NAME THEM ALL BUT EVERYONE’S CALLED
EVERYONE HEARS THE SOUND OF THE DRUM
IT BEATS FROM MORNING TILL NIGHT
FROM SUNDAY TO SUNDAY
FROM JANUARY TILL DECEMBER
THE DRUM GOES ON
BUT I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ITS SOUND
I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT CALLING MY NAME
FOR I STILL WANT TO ENJOY MY DAYS HERE ON EARTH
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THE STARS ARE MUTE TONIGHT
THEY ARE BRIGHT
BUT THEY SPEAK NO WORDS
THEY TELL A STORY OF NO SOUND
EMPTY-HEADED I RAISE MY HEAD UP THE SKIES
TO HEAR THE WORDS FROM THE GODS
BUT I COME NOT WITH A SINGLE WORD
I HAVE NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT
EVENTHOUGH I HAVE A PEN AND PAPER BEFORE ME
I HAVE NO WORDS TO WRITE
EVENTHOUGH ALL I SEE IN THE SKIES IS A SEA FULL OF BRIGHT STARS
MY MIND IS STUCK IN THE MUD OF PAST THOUGHTS
MY TRUST FOR THE FUTURE FADES OFF
FOR I HAVE NO WORDS TO WRITE ABOUT TOMORROW
SORROW IS WHAT SWIMS AND DRIFTS IN MY HEAD
HURT IS LIKE A RAT IN MY MIND
IT SLOWLY EATS AWAY EVERY PIECE OF ME
BUT I RUN NOT FOR HATE BECAUSE I RATE NOT A FACE
ONLY LOVE WILL HEAL MY BROKEN HEART
FOR IT RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS EVERYDAY TO MY BRAIN
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THERE IS SOMETHING IN THE INSIDE OF ME
DEEP INSIDE MY VEINS SOMETHING I FAIL TO DESCRIBE MOVES ABOUT
SOMETHING INSIDE MY VEINS BRINGS ME PAIN
IT IS SOMETHING WHICH MAKES ME FAIL TO PREVAIL
SOMETHING WHICH MAKES ME A NO GOOD
IT MAKES MY HEART HURT
IT MAKES MY HEART HARD
IT MAKES MY HEART BEAT FASTER
I FEEL MY HEART NO MORE
IT IS A BLACK STONED HEART
IT CARRIES WITH IT THE WORD EMPTINESS
THIS SOMETHING MADE ME A KING OF THE DARKNESS
MYSELF IS NO LONGER MYSELF ANYMORE
IT IS SOMEBODY'S SOMEBODY
OWNED AND CONTROLLED BY THIS SOMEBODY
SOMEBODY SAVE ME FROM THE NEW ME
THE ME THAT LISTENS NO MORE
THE ME THAT BEATS UP MY BABY TO DEATH
THE ME THAT SEPARATES ME FROM THE GOOD LORD
I NOW STEAL THE STILL NIGHT AND MAKE IT OF THE DEAD
MY HEAD IS RED BECAUSE OF THE TERRIBLE THINGS ITS HOUSING
IT IS A SHELTER TO EVERY SINGLE BAD WORD EXISTING
SOMEBODY SAVE ME FROM ME
I NO LONGER TALK THE WORDS OF MANKIND
I HEAR VOICES INSIDE MY HEAD
MY HANDS ARE FULL OF BLOOD
THE BLOOD OF MY BABY IS CRYING OUT FOR HELP
HER EYES ARE DRIPPING BLACK TEARS
MY BABY IS NO BABY ANY MORE
SHE SMILES NOT ONLY BECAUSE OF ME
BECAUSE OF MY BLACK HEART
BECAUSE OF THE DARKNESS IN ME
SOMEBODY SAVE ME FROM ME
ON MY KNEES I FALL DOWN
SOMEBODY HELP ME
GOOD LORD HEAR MY CRY
HEAL MY HEART AND MAKE ME CLEAN
MAKE ME YOURS
SAVE ME FROM THE BAD ME INSIDE ME
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YESTERDAY THE SUN ROSE AND THEN WENT DOWN
THE SUN ROSE AND THEN WENT DOWN AGAIN TODAY
BUT I KNOW NOT OF TOMORROW
I KNOW NOT IF TOMORROW WILL EVER RESEMBLE TODAY
WILL THE SKY BE BLUE AGAIN
WILL THE SUN COME FROM THE EAST AND SET IN THE WEST
WILL MY HEART STILL BE FULL OF HAPPINESS
WILL MY LEGS WALK ME THE WALK OF FAME OR SHAME
SAID I KNOW NOT OF TOMORROW
I KNOW NOT IF MY HEART WILL BEAT TO THE HEAT OF THE BEAT
I KNOW NOT IF MY HAND WILL WRITE THESE WORDS I GREW FROM MY MIND
I KNOW NOT IF MY EYES WILL SEE THE BEAUTY OF WHAT I CALL TODAY
SAID I KNOW NOT OF TOMORROW
I LIE DOWN WITH MY HANDS BEHIND MY HEAD
AND THE HOLY BIBLE BY MY SHOULDER
LORD DON’T LET MY TOMORROW BE HARSH ON ME
FOR TOMORROW IS ONLY A TOMORROW AWAY
ONLY THE WORD TOMORROW IS OF TOMORROW
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CHILDREN OF THE DUST
FROM THE DUST WE WERE BORN
FROM THE DUST WE WERE GIVEN LIFE
WE WERE CRAFTED INTO BEINGS
CRAFTED TO WALK THIS SOIL AND BREATH THIS AIR
TO ENJOY AND REAP THE FRUITS OF THIS SOIL
GIVEN TIME WE EVOLVED FROM OUR RAW SELVES
AND DEVELOPED INTO GREAT BEINGS
SOME ARE IN THE AIR FLOATING WITH THE COUDS
SOME ARE THE STARS OF THE SKIES
ONLY WE THE CHILDREN OF THE DUST REMAIN IN THE DIRTY SOIL
ONLY WE THE CHILDREN OF THE DUST DO NOT EVOLVE
ONLY WE THE CHILDREN OF THE SOIL DO NOT SEE THE STARS
ALL WE SEE IS THE DARK SKY
WE KNOW NOT OF SOMETHING CALLED HAPPINESS, JOY OR SMILE
OUR MOUTHS ARE TENSE TO PRODUCE A SMILE
OUR EYES ARE BLIND TO SEE THE LIGHT
OUR LEGS ARE WEAK TO STAND ON THIER OWN
WE NEED A SHOULDER TO STAND UPON
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE DUST
WE FOLLOW THE WHISTLES OF THOSE IN THE SKIES
WE ARE SLAVES TO THE HEARTS OF THOSE ABOVE US
THEY HAVE IMPRISIONED US
WE ARE BEGGARS OF NOT ONLY FOOD BUT OF THE WORD AS WELL
BEGGING TO BE FREED FROM THE WORLD OF DARKNESS IN WHICH WE LIVE IN
ALL WE SEE WHEN WE LOOK IN THE SKIES IS ONLY THE DARKNESS
WHICH BRINGS US DESPERATION
DESPERATION OF FOOD HAPPINESS AND LOVE
ONLY US THE CHILDREN OF THE DUST ARE CRAFTED TO REMAIN DIRTY
OUR EYES ARE LIKE THE SPRING WHICH FOREVER FLOWS
THE TEARS WE CRY HAVE NOW FILLED THE RIVERS OF THIS EARTH
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE DUST
WE LOOKED UP THE SKIES IN SEARCH OF YOUR FACE
BUT ALL WE SAW WAS THE EYES OF THOSE IN THE SKIES CALLING THEMSELVES GODS
WE LISTENED AND LISTENED FOR YOUR VOICE
BUT WE HEARD NOT YOUR CALLING
WE WAITED FOR YOUR HAND TO PULL US OUT OF THE MUD WE CALL LIFE
OUT OF THIS DUST THAT WE LIVE UPON
ON THIS DARKNESS WE CALL DAY
WE FALL DOWN AND WITH OUR DIRTY FACES
WE LOOK UP AND ASK
OUR CREATOR WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN US
WHY HAVE YOU DEPRIVED US THE SKILLS TO EVOLVE
THE SKILLS TO STAND TALL TO THE SKIES
WHY ARE WE FOREVER THE CHILDREN OF THE DUST
WE LIVE OUR DUSTY DARK DAYS WAITING FOR THE TIME WE ARE BURIED DEEP WITH THOSE WHO WERE IN THE SKIES
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ONLY TWO COLOURS EXIST IN THIS WORLD
ONLY TWO COLOURS OF SEPARATION EXIST
THEY SEPARATED ME FROM YOU
THEY CAUSED A STIR BETWEEN THE TWO OF US
AND TOLD YOU I WAS NOT OF YOUR KIND
ONLY TWO COLOURS
MADE ME YOUR SLAVE
MADE YOU MY GOD
MADE ME YOUR ENEMY
YOU DOMINATED ME BECAUSE OF TWO COLOURS
CALLED ME NAMES
KICKED ME
WIPED ME
SHOT ME WITH GUNS
YOU BURNT MY COLOUR TO ASHES BECAUSE OF TWO COLOURS
I HAD NO STRENGTH TO FIGHT FOR MY SELF
HAD NO VOICE TO SPEAK FOR MY SELF
I HAD NO UGLY FACE TO SCARE YOU OFF MY LAND
BECAUSE OF TWO COLOURS I HAD NO EYES TO SEE INTO MY TOMORROW
BECAUSE OF TWO COLOURS I HAD NO MIND TO MIND MY BUSINESS
I LEFT YOU TO MIND MY BUSINESS
AND NOW UP UP YOU ARE
THE ROOF I STARE
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AM I ADJUSTING TO THE ENVIRONMENT
OR IS IT THAT AM PUSHING THINGS TO SEARCH FOR HAPPINESS AND COMPANY
TAKE MY HAND AND SHOW ME WHERE HAPPINESS IS
SHOW ME WHERE TO FIND THE RIGHT COMPANY
WHO TO TALK THE RIGHT WORDS WITH
TELL ME WHO IS IT THAT MY HEART SEEK SO HARD FOR
MY HEART BEATS ONLY FOR HER
THOUGH I KNOW NOT OF HER TOUCH
MY HEART BEATS ONLY FOR HER
THOUGH I KNOW NOT HER FACE
MY MIND ONLY TELLS ME OF HER FACE
IT TELLS ME ONLY OF HER VOICE
WHICH CALLS ME THROUGH THE NIGHT
ITS A CALLING I CAN NOT RUN AWAY FROM
FROM THE DEEPEST PLACES I HEAR HER VOICE CALLING MY NAME
IT TELLS ME OF THE LOST MINUTES
IT CALLS ME FORTH TO THE HOUSE OF LOVE
IT TELLS ME OF OUR STORY
ME AND HER THROUGH THE DAYS AND NIGHTS
THE QUITE BEATS OF OUR HEART BEATS
I CARRY YOU WITH ME EVERY MINUTE OF MY TIME
THOUGH I KNOW NOT YOUR TOUCH
WITH YOU BY MY SIDE I SEE MYSELF
ONLY ME MYSELF AND I AND YOU AWAITS THIS LOVE
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THE WORLD
IS BIG.
AND
I
THE HUMAN
IS SMALL.
BUT
I CARRY
WITH ME
THE WORLD
UPON
MY SHOULDERS.
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