Sincerest condolences to the family, friends and comrades of the late Philela Gilwa. May his efforts and dedicated works outlive him!
Dry and red
Barren and bare
Africa is as red as Mars
Dry as the lips of her hungry
I guess she must also be hungry
What other reason can she possibly have to eat her own children?
Children that she bled to bare
Children that she dared to raise against all odds?
The same belly that carried them alive
Has become the grave that houses their dead bodies
Bones like thorns poking and piercing the heart of anyone who dares to come close enough to make a difference
Death sentences are no longer left to the judicial system
But are rather the last prayers of young people who dare to take a stand against injustice
Blood and bones
Turned into a hot Mars that preys over her young
A place of interest
Where outsiders live more comfortably that the natives
Blood dripping off of the claws of the monsters that have worn Africa like a glove
Ironically not to protect but to exploit her
Screaming for justice… For mercy… For a chance.
Chris Hani has now become a noun
A name dressed in “gang violence” and suicide
Accidents that “unexpectedly”, yet conveniently, murders young Africans
Men and women who dare to speak the truths that have been marked taboo
Yet their blood cries
Their blood marks Africa
The land of their ancestors
Their blood echoes
Their blood screams
Hope for the redemption of Africa
Hope to repossess Africa from the claws if the animals that use her as a pawn
The claws that snatch her young through her own fingers
The claws that Chris Hani her sons and daughters
My blood boils with rage
Hear the cries of your children
Tell them that everything will be okay
Become the home they long for…
CPR them back to life
Protect your bloodline
How long will the Blood of Africans stain your streets oh Africa!