20 May 2014

IMAGES THROUGH A CRACKED MIRROR

IMAGES THROUGH A CRACKED MIRROR  
© Farouk Asvat  

   Come, my child,
     Let me teach you
     Teach you
     About those brutes
     That kill our children
     Besmirch our women
     Smother our men

     Come, my child,
     Let me teach you
     Teach you to hate
     Hate with equal passion
     For you know
     Too much love
     My child


        My people still wait
          For some Black Moses
          Come to liberate my country;
          But the weaving lies in the hand of the weaver
          Revolutions are made by revolutionaries
          And those living on hope
          Will have only hope to feed upon
          For destiny determines nothing


   Death descends on those defenceless:
     The political prisoner slipping on soap
     The baby sucking in vain
     Upon the brown dry cracked landscape
     Of her mother's breast


        Marx's children forget
          That this is not the British Museum
          In the nineteenth century
          That Azania's children
          Speak for Azania
          That the drumbeat of our ancestors
          Speak of bloody rains
          And bitter peace


   Your children have forgotten you, F.A.
     They merely burn candles in protest
     Veering between obsequity to the Whiteman
     And disdain for the stinking Zim


        Do not sing to me of love
          That flourishes in the spring
          And gardens that kaleidoscope in summer

          Between these prison walls
          There are black hands
          Ready
          To pluck khaki weeds


   Our ancestors are young men
     Too nominal to plant their seeds
     Or nurture an African harvest

     So we plant their supple bodies
     In freshly tilled earth
     Singing and dancing
     As we die
     Our way to another death


© farouk asvat

[] composed: 1976 [Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid].

[] Acknowledgements:

Images Through A Cracked Mirror was previously published in:

     Descant 69, vol 21 (2) (Descant, Toronto, Canada, p35, Summer 1990);
     The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p103, 2006);
     www.faroukasvat-poems.blogspot.com (20.05.2014);
     The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (kindle, 2014);
     The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (amazon paperback, p101, 2014).

() Come My Child (as You Know Too Much Love,
     part of Images Through A Cracked Mirror): previously published in:
     Belgravia High School brochure
     (Belgravia High school, Silver Jubilee, Cape Town, p29, 1981)};

() My People (still wait):
     part of Images Through A Cracked Mirror): previously published in
     University Students' Bursary Committee (Witwatersrand, p11, 1981);
     Vuka (Crescent Publications, Durban, p31, 1981)};
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Sadness In The House Of Love (novel)
The Gathering Of The Storm (novel)
I Dream In Long Sentences (poetry)
The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (poetry)
A Celebration Of Flames (poetry)
The Time Of Our Lives (poetry)
This Masquerade (short stories)
Bra Frooks … (poetry)*
The Paanies Are Coming (short stories)*
In The House Of Love (novel)*
Weapons Of Words (comparative literature & literary criticism)

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