Words From The Abyss.

The question of Race and Time

By: Beress T chipuka

Time ticks away
Day goes after another day as time passes without a say
Tomorrow becomes today and today becomes yesterday
But yesterday is swept under the rug

Horror movies within the mind
Lost memeories our lips are forced to hide that the truth we may never find
Heroes unsung but sadly not unhung
Flowers that never bloomed , words that were never said
Saplings that never grew and respects that were never paid
Yesterday chained by ink and paper rots further under the rug
Today is lost

A child lies to his siblings telling them there is no dirt beneath the rug
Oh blind belief , cruel grave digger of this grave we have dug
Yesterday there was a queen
Yesterday there was a father who never got to hold his first son
Yesterday there was a son who loved his father but never saw him return
Yesterday there were sons who never came back to  their homes
Yesterday there were animals free and wild and bees out of their combes
Yesterday there was black that was free over the earth
Are you still free

Today there is a tax man
Today there is beverages in a steel can made by black
Today there are clothes made from and by black
Today there is black ink used to write a story but not on the black ink
But on the white page
Today there are black tires that carry white cars
White suits use green paper to hide black scars

You tell me colour is irrelevant
Yet why on your contract is the question of my race evident
And why do I need to go to your work place when my brother never came home