In the beginning, there was the word. And the word was caged, shackled by laws inked in the brittle bones of colonialism, bound in the thick ropes of apartheid and its bastard chommies; racism, sexism, xenophobia, classism, political oppression, capitalisms...
(poet, journalist, activist) Remember to call at my graveWhen freedom finallyWalks the landSo that I may riseTo tread familiar pathsTo see broken chainsFallen prejudiceForgotten injuryPardoned pains. And when my eyes have filled their sightDo not run away for frightIf I...
1 rule: SUBMIT YOUR BEST WORK The poem below is by Don Mattera. Respond to it with your own poem. use the form below to submit [gravityform id="2" title="true" description="false"] For more info about A Poem A Day click here
When Words Collide 7th Word N Sound International Youth Poetry Festival 2017 4 – 8 October 2017, Market Theatre Lab, Newtown Feat: Msaki, Leshie Lovesong (Botswana), Alessandro Lutman (Italy), Modise Sekgothe, Hakeen Anderson-Lesolang, Mutinta Bbenkele (Zambia), Kwazi Ndlangisa, Emmah Mabye,...
1 rule: SUBMIT YOUR BEST WORK ''I am the tortured Unavenged lover...'' From the poem I Am in Azanian love Song [1983] by Don Matera use the form below to submit [gravityform id="2" title="true" description="false"] For more...