If You Have The Time Poem by Pheko Motaung

If you have the time
Pause
And read what's
Written on my tombstone
I am
The freedom fighter
This generation
Refuses to know about
I am the fearless cadre
That the pen pushers in the presidency
Refuse to honor

If you have the time
Do knock on what used to be the
Horrific structure of the thing
That in it's heyday I called my house
My comrades have turned it into
A fine gambling den of vice
My children come there to
Learn under the trees
My wife is their object of desire
My father pops in now and then
To cry like a baby there
The skeleton of my mother lies hidden
Under the filth that the drunkards
Have strewn all over the place out
Of respect for the dead


If you have the time
Tell your children
And their children's children
My blood will water the tree
Of their economic emancipation

If you have the time
Tell the world that the corrupt rule
Of the rats on the gravy train
Is doomed to end long
Before Jesus comes
If you have the time
Tell everybody who wants to hear
The plunderers of the public till too
Will have their day in hell
If you have the time
Remember the martyrs
Who died for you