Bolt Bursting Poem by Jabulani Mzinyathi
Bolt Bursting
The poem of my protest
Is in a smudge of blood
On a graffiti laden wall
It is in sweat no longer trickling
Down an anger creased forehead
The poem of my protest
Is in a brick that will not be hurled
By my immobilised arm
It is in the echo of footsteps
No longer thudding the streets
The poem of my protest
Is in smouldering tear gas canisters
It is defiantly there
In the truncheon inflicted raw wounds
It is there in the bullet torn flesh
Now it must touch humanity
For justice and peace to prevail
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This poem was in 1997 awarded a diploma for excellence by the scottish internàtional open poetry contest