Untitled: Feel it

Untitled: Feel it by Ncumisa Siko

Is this the freedom that so many South Africans died for?

Is this a freedom that our heroes, sheroes died for?

Lend me your ears Mzontsundu,

Lend me your ears mzantsi,

Let me heal the extra ordinary pain for my fellas,

Let’s talk about it, Let me show you my veins through,

Through the world we live in today.

Let my anger flow, let my imagination free my soul

Let my pen free my mind through the words I speak

Bloodshed, secrets unkept and hands shakes,

Fresh minds were born, truth revealed, and peace was made.

Truth to be told, our minds were shaken,

Past forgotten, equality took place, color or my skin didn’t matter, many voted, discrimination was buried, and Mzantsi was born, new nation was reformed.

Few years later

Deja  vu happened, life opposition took place.

Humanity struggle,

While new born introduced, people screaming viva, dancing on the streets

Enemy took over

Drugs became daily lives, teenage pregnancy ruled the nation,

Murder, rape, school dropouts became the purpose for existence..

What happened to the rainbow nation?

What happened to the blood that was shed?

Is this the same nation that legendaries fought for?

Come of freedom fighters,

Rise rise be awaken, speak out

While you are sleeping, Tornado came and swept all the humanity,

Shaken, taken and stolen the victory that once belonged to us.

While you were, Predators imprisoned the once so called Democracy

While you were sleeping

Anger reigned, ragged the freedom, that remind the anti-apartheid

That keeps replaying in the hearts of the freedom writers.

Rise freedom fighters and raise your hand where everybody can see,

Raise it and shout “I AM FREE”, you are free, we are free,