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To Don Mattera by Nkululeko Zondi

| March 24th, 2015 | current issue, poetry | No Comments

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[tab id=1]I call at your grave
Freedom does finally
Walk the land
Yes, stand tall Bra Mattera
To walk the long walk
To glimpse our utopian liberation
But sadly blatant racism
Sheer inequality
Stark poverty

Peer at overt institutionalised corruption
Do not yet contemplate to run away
And crumble to dust

Because none here is bliss
Your was just that
It was but a dream
Do not go to your grave…
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[tab id=2]Nkululeko Zondi is a 23 year old BA Anthropology & Psychology student at Unisa (SA)[/tab]

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