Even your charming uncles are guilty too…
this is
For those of us who live through the holes
in your concrete,
PUSH.
IT.
REAL.
GOOD!
because
Only local silences are at war
so
the rain clouds gathered,
knowing how their tears would become a violent storm in waiting The walls refused to forget
(their bright bullet-shatters and loud-blood-splatters)
The soil remembers that we are its doorless inhabitants
and this same soil,
this very restless soil,
wished it could spew out all the blood shed
Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds, plus one, their last words became an unwritten song
thululululululu
soft, painful, noise
wuwuwuwuwu
She woke up from a deep sleep
and uttered Voetsek!
Safa!
Sizobaloya,
kwa Mai-Mai..
this is
For those of us who live through the holes
in your concrete,
PUSH.
IT.
REAL.
GOOD!
because
Only local silences are at war
so
the rain clouds gathered,
knowing how their tears would become a violent storm in waiting The walls refused to forget
(their bright bullet-shatters and loud-blood-splatters)
The soil remembers that we are its doorless inhabitants
and this same soil,
this very restless soil,
wished it could spew out all the blood shed
Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds, plus one, their last words became an unwritten song
thululululululu
soft, painful, noise
wuwuwuwuwu
She woke up from a deep sleep
and uttered Voetsek!
Safa!
Sizobaloya,
kwa Mai-Mai..
