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written by : busisiwe

Do we clap our hands now?
For till the ages of time have passed,
And history has become us,
Will anyone ever understand why?
The people you were supposed to protect became targets of anger, cruelty and hatred,
They became the innocent targets of a war that was between a man and his own beliefs,
A man a leader a father who stripped honour from his eyes and allowed darkness to overcome what he wanted to see,
A man who turned a nation to a dark deep pit of endless sufferings.
All that remains is hunger, tears, dust, sadness, sadness and more

Shall we crown u?(that brings more death)
But wait u did that already, a crown of thorns and death,

Shall we praise u?
No its too late there is no one left to praise u,
Only death echoes in this deafening silence!
Their hearts stopped and died with the struggle of democracy,

Shall we lay rose petals at your feet as you walk by the marks of suffering
Embedded in the ground,
U forget a mother holds onto the suffering of her children,
She mourns our innocent blood through the dust that now surrounds your feet
Which those who survived will suffocate and die from,

Shall we write about you?
Yes to capture the life of a man,
Who forgot to lead and love his people but himself and his ‘educated’ beliefs of rule,
Who forgot the importance of what he held in his hands,

Sovereignty, liberation and peace!
He did not understand that the glass in his hands once shattered
Can never b the same masterpiece it once WAS
Beauty gone,
Some pieces will never b found
Yes scars will heal as you glue piece by piece but u can NEVER hide the cracks
Now you stand on a pedestal of stone surrounded by dust and thorn bushes and a river of blood
This is what u have done to our heritage all we once knew
There is nothing left the glass is broken,
It’s hopeless to glue the pieces with mud,
Water has become blood,
Till u join the dust
Then there will be freedom,
We are captives in our home, land, country
What is home?
by Busi

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