REAL STRUGGLE
I grew up with people
who were oppressed,
who are oppressed,
who will never be under
oppression unless i stand for what i believe in today,
that is change in the time of hunger,
terrible mass killings
because of different ideologies towards who is better that the other on ruling,
where everyone knows
the answer,
change is needed that hour,
change was of great
importance the day uneducated masses who support the 'liberation's struggle
party' came running holding machetes,
guns in the hands of
killers,
national colored
uniform worn by untrained civilians who were sent by blood thirst rulers
killing fellow
brothers because we wanted change,
for not selling us
out,
our sisters were
rapped with bottles
whilst our fathers
cried on our sides castrated by knives,
this happened in our
eyes,
the same hour my neighbor was
tortured,
made to sit on a hot
plate of stove,
left unconscious for
the dogs to devour for supper,
the clinic could not
cure her
especially now that
she has been thought to be a supporter of the Movement for Democratic Change,
When we cry for
change,
Women are then left the
fathers of the orphaned nation
which is left without
a place to lay a head,
many are left injured,
killed and left in
foreign lands,
no wonder why we
no more know bumper harvests,
from being the
breadbasket of Africa,
we became the dust bin
of the poor.
The struggle is real,
change is what we
fight for.
Amandla.
This poem was written
by AMANDLA 'tears of democracy'.
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