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Mbuso Mkhonto Kumalo

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Poem "Untitled":
- written May 2008
- published January 21, 2010
- viewed 20 times

Other poems by Mbuso Mkhonto Kumalo:
»...it's how you see the world«
»Dreams«


»Untitled«

by Mbuso Mkhonto Kumalo

1. I see you've wiped your tears,
2. I'm glad to see you smile,
3. It brings tears to my eyes,
4. when I see you've learnt to smile.

5. You laugh instead of cry,
6. What change has brought this light?
7. What magic made this right?
8. Or, did death die during the night?

9. It warms my heart to hear you sing,
10. To speak silent whispers as,
11. you prepare for peaceful slummber,
12. I'm glad to see you suffer no-more.

13. Now it's time to rest your sore,

14. Painful it is, yes it is to be Black
15. Sinful yet blissful it is when you lack,
16. A foundation called identity,
17. You reject yours for a globle community.

18. Some-part of the world that doesn't know you can read,
19. A part of society that will bring you maize, but no seeds,
20. a people that will create a craze on how you will feed
21. yet when they leave you feel you've not been fead.

22. When you call out, you realize that they've all flead.

23. Use your head! when will you learn?
24. You too have red blood in your veins!
25. instead you act insane! You starve in vain.
26. you don't see your kids suffering the same.

27. When will you realize it must never happen again.

28. When you lose that foundation called identity,
29. It's easier to get white-washed by a commonity,
30. When you turn against one another,
31. What are you saying to those who are buried under?

32. Those whose deaths were caused by another?
33. Someones father...who lost a mother,
34. a brother's death caused by murder.
35. Why do you insist to starve in vain?

36. Why do you choose to live in pain?
37. We are a nation betrayed by many,
38. A culture destabilized by material ties
39. Ubuntu made numb by fruitless, pointless, stupid lies!

40. I see the future in your eyes when they're filled with hope,
41. It makes me cry, because it gives me hope,

42. It made me cry. You've come a long way, skin, body and bones
43. But you couldn't find your mind, your soul, cold
44. and your heart filled with bitterness.

45. Why did you die? who said kill? And yet...you insist...

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