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
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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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[§] Books
by Farouk Asvat:
● 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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