Zanele Rachoene: South African Poet
To the New South Africa , We Go The struggle has just begun The struggle to stay alive. Codesa I, Codesa II, The Peace Accord… The list is endless. But what do you know, With this God-forsaken country… You never know what happens next. The Massacres, Cell Deaths, Brutal Muti Killings… Are the order of the day This despicable disrespect for human life Is unfortunate yet inevitable. What’s there left is to hope, To hope that someday we’ll all wake up, To the new South Africa. For Mother Your presence alone meant a lot of comfort Warmth and love. But above all Assurance that things would be done. Your love remains enigma. When I fell you were there to pick me up. When in pain I always came running, running to you. For as long as I can remember There’s ...