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We remain dead fetuses of the pregnant beast\yekani abam abantwana ndibagcine esinqeni sam\ we remain nameless in the torn womb of this pregnant beast, trying to breathe with no life left\ yekani abam abantwana ndibagcine esinqeni sam\ In these spaces, decrees fall upon decrees with no rhyme of reason - please listen – listen to the sound of innocence being crushed in these cruel times of love and disease – trying to escape this claustrophobia ……… How do I get these images of young children out of my head, being slaves in a new country \ where grown men are only interested in filling their sickening desires with young bodies? \ yekani abam abantwana ndibagcine esinqeni sam\ because these dead fetuses are screaming for breath – nameless in the torn womb of this beast- the beast that consumes your every breath – chews and spits you out …….. It must be something in the air - I say - something in this toxic air we breathe yet we worship things that do not agree with our spirits \ confused spirits of fathers who “mix-it” with their own daughters – my heart cries in unbelievable pain as I watch my friends die in vain because of AIDS and yet we remain dead fetuses of the pregnant beast and nameless in the torn womb trying to breathe toxic air that contaminates sane minds . . . . . . How sane am I, I ask \ how sane are they, I ask \ when they rape 6 month old Tshepangs \ I ask \ how sane is he – when he kills his mother for pension money, I ask \ how sane can I be? surrounded by insanity with our mouths stapled shut by fear and ignorance – Ignorance to the obvious – drugs in our spaces… You see they told him that they weren’t harmful as they handed him a handful for fun – now I see him dressed like a woman walking on Victoria Embankment at 2am \ he didn’t know the SINS OF THE INNER CITY \ but they did \ yekani abam abantwana ndibagcine esinqeni sam \ while decrees continue to fall – while no-one listens (each man on his own mission) We shall remain dead with no names in the torn womb of this pregnant beast that lives in the concrete jungle of politricks and ignorance But I pray for my little one who knows no evil at 3 – to escape this death of the soul without being buried – yena waphuma esinqeni sam – flesh-of-my-flesh \ blood-of-my-blood \ I keep praying…… Copyright Fezisa Mdibi 2007. fez_prototype@yahoo.co.uk |
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