The Sorrow Night Songs [Poetry]

SEASON OF SHAME

In this season of shame,
I laugh within the fears of future,
And I cry within the memories of past,
I turn to cry within the memories of future
And I laugh within the fears of future!

My—Mandela Africa,
Once upon a time,
Here in Africa
We offered our blood to the wounds
We had—when the battle became the battle for all,

And in our scars,
We narrowed our tears
down through slavery
To the joy from oppresses role,
Till we celebrated our freedom together.

Lest we forget,
This is the time and that
was Africa!
And we have been united since
the year of our birth.

Oh Mama Africa,
And if you see my tears in your tears, save my soul,
Snatch my fears from the
canker yet to conquer us,
For there is a question I am asking,

Are there still humans—amongst the best animals in South Africa?

Where black is killing black,
For the streets to feel blood
In its eyes!
Oh mama Africa,
Where have you gotten to?

Where have you gotten to
Oh you naysayers who disdain
history for ungratefulness,

You've enslaved fellow Africans with
hurtful stones.

And now making our land a
living hope we have
hurt most.

You have mocked yourself in me,
And hate the black in me,
That which is in you!

Oh you heartless animals!
This poem will hurt you,
Because you have long lost
your senses for me as an African.

This poem will bite you,
Because you have taken the
tooth from it,
Now tasting blood as vinegar!

How can you!
How can you—of all people,
Stand against the friendship
Between us and the dead.

I am itching to see,
When this barbaric act of yours
Will end—for the African cock to crow at dawn!
Singing our hopes for all blacks
On your land!

All are waiting to see
When you'll
find the human in me.
And the love we had!

All are waiting to see,
When you will come back as
a human
With love and mind!