In That Memory...

The Soil had to release

The Dead had to speak...

Aluta continua,

In compliance,

Conformity,

Regal...

Protection expected from the

Apartheid Freedom fighter...

The elder,

But

Seldom.

On the path the elder blood adapted

to the colonial timeline.

Adopted it's philosophical crime bind.

African context lost

In congress...

Scratch the native.

Vague

Definitions of nation.

See the war was clear,

Now hidden in fear?

Mere comfort here?

I assume the tears became unbearable

Hence the plot's time...

Terrible.

It was never about the politics,

Capitalistic semantics.

A Ghost of the socialistic attic.

Antics

In the ballot box.

So we forget

The promise is land.

So the echoes of the promise

Saw this.

Had to skip a generation.

The form of youth begun

In red pages.

In this lifetime

Realize...

that the freedom to move in this plantation

With this concentration camp's

sensation glossed in our canvas

Ain't God's Sun.

Marikana Lord's blood,

Fort's a must.

Township's fought to last..

In mass warmth, cold.

It was bound to unfold.

The fist would emerge

Bold,

From the south.

To fight for the mother.

Lead the revolution covered.

Revolution, inevitable.

High table's underestimation

Of anarchy,

Never sensible.

Fails to heed the warning of the capable.

Oppressed God Created Self To Be The Devil...

Expressed Devil Banished The Spawn,

But...

The devil's spawn

Remembers the devil's creator.

And In that memory... The Economic Freedom Fighter is Presence.

The Soil had to speak

The Dead had to release.