My Coward Heart by Makhanda Senzangakhona

Makhanda Senzangakhona | September 5th, 2018 | poetry | No Comments


On freedom
My eyes I feast.
Dazzled at times
By its precious promise,
Dizzied at moments
By its sacred sacrifices.
Timid I shiver,
Reminiscent of martyrs lost
To its cause.
Meditative of the duel
Unleashed by opponents
Fearful of freedom’s approach.
Courage, I chant
I urge my heart.
Livid at its combat:
To die one day
And live forever
Than live forever dead.
Who wades the river
Steeped in blood?
Who leaps the grave
Of his own laid in the way?
None, but me!
Oh, this coward
Nestling in my heart

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