Volume 10, No.5 - August 2001
Privatisation
Poems
A slice of freedom
By George Molebatsi
Those who dared, vowed and said never again and emerged from the land of "never-never" with renewed energy.
They thought they could master nature in the land of their ancestors.
They thought they could surpass their fore-bearers who gave them life but no land.
They grew up with the hope in their minds and eternal fortitude and forgiveness in their hearts.
Instead they earned a slice of freedom through the dagger and the rifle
In the sea of fortune, the land of plenty, they earned a slice of freedom and democracy in the crazy world of the demons that had denied them their humanity.
They refused to sell their new found fancy of freedom with a flighty promise of tomorrow unmarked.
Unfulfilled, they vowed to carry on and act on the promise they had made.
Who can deny them the honour. Who dare defy the omnipotent presence of the mighty warrior who emerged during the days of mortality and yet himself remained immortal
Unfulfilled promise turns beggars of the rich to remain denied as scoundrels to posterity and history of man
In the desert, under the sea, high up in the skies what flight of fancy would fly an innocent bird, beast or man denied of freedom, other than the mighty quest for the dream of tomorrow.
No exaltation if it be denial but yes acknowledge impediment to saccour and deliver the courage to admit defeat if it so be or otherwise
If it be lies where is the honour that brought us to the fore in shining gloryWho was it who brought the heinous poverty and crunching hopelessness among the masses
To remain triumphant we cannot be sycophants and sacrifice our slice of freedom but heroes to the end
Let us be ourselves in celebration of our victory, let us be ourselves in heralding our dear future and remain true to mankind
Change
George Molebatsi
Infancy to gerontocracy humanity changes like a butterfly
Man or woman changes many times in a single day
From the bright red incandescence of a rising sun
To the crimson colour of sunset change is everywhere
Until the dark unknown of tomorrow
To what end other than the very essence of creation and existence
The human condition is betrayed by change unmanaged or delayed
Every heart beat in man or beast heralds the dawn of the new era
That humanity may falter in step to reach the destiny of tomorrow
May remain an unforgivable error for the children of tomorrow
Let there be change
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