A Tribute to Africa.
As he was patriotic and heroic in His deeds
As He never surrendered to them,
But called for a non-racial rather than a multi-racial state.
He stood before them and persuaded His dream to be a lawyer,
Activist and a true Africanist.
He was never shy as He fought till His last breath.
He never compromised nor met a consensus with them.
He wanted nothing but Equality and the total emancipation of All
So they concluded to by inculcating a Law of isolation and concentration
That binded Him from mobilizing the lost ones
The Sobokwe Clause
But none of that emerged prosperous as He was patriotic.
He was the most feared than all Activists even Mandela
As He and the All approached the Orlando Police Station
They were arrested with the chains of mental slavery and greediness.
He was never afraid and stood upright facing the Herovalkist System
He never retaliated but carried on passively and carefully.
He was the only one to have a 4 room house at the Robben Island
And a driver who never went word-on-word with Him
As they knew He was influential and Humble at all times.
He was the most feared but loved by His own.
They then try to send Him to heaven with a pack of Tobacco everyday
Which they call a biological warfare, but never succeed.
He called it the Sharpeville Massacre but they called it the Human Rights Day
But there were no Rights since we were shot at our backs, trying to take cover.
He was the father, the founder and the Messiah of Azania
He was fighting for His Land and its greener Pastures, the minerals
Oww Tata Mangaliso Robert Sobokwe usishiyeleni Na?
By Carl Zimbiri (Sibusiso Mkhondza) (31/01/2017)
- Author: Carl Zimbiri (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 2nd, 2017 01:18
- Comment from author about the poem: This message relates back to the inequalities faced in South Africa during the time of segregation.
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 89
Comments2
Wonderful tribute
Thank you very much @Tony36
Welcome
Thank you very much people your comments makes me want to write more and more.
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