Afrika is Scarred by Tulile Siguca

Tulile Siguca | April 17th, 2015 | a poem a day challenge, poetry | No Comments

Home is said to be where the heart is
A place only becomes home if love lives
An untainted love once called our hearts a home
It has to us now become foreign
My brother is no longer my own
Reason? Far from mine is his home
Though My land is the same he too calls home

From the same sky fall nourishing rains only blood stains drip drop on our soil
All from the veins of brothers who left their own
Packed in suitcases of hope and faith in humanity
“Come, we’ll be safe in South Africa they have ubuntu”
If only they had a clue
“Come, from the storm of guerilla bullets that terrorise our skies we’ll be free in South Africa shelter we’ll find”
If only they knew
“Come, a rainbow of a nation is South Africa for us to the sun shall rise”
If only they knew that in the land of reconciliation
live Afrikans who kill Afrikans for being in Afrika
By our brothers and sisters our brothers and sisters are being massacred
The soul of Afrika is scarred
For the Afrikan child the mind is not a tool used but a weapon misused, fooled by systems too cruel
Vultures with pockets that drool at the sight mama Afrika’s jewels
There are demons in our midst who find bliss in all of this
They Hide behind the white lies told by puppet democracy’s to blind our minds
The blind our minds
But Bear in mind our hearts are a home for love
always, love

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