Not Revolutionary Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

This poem will definitely be a
disappointment cause this poem
won't be a revolutionary poem
calling for arms of change, calling
for an honour of ones plague
to serve, sacrifice and suffer, this
poem won't even question the
merits of ones loyalty and the
ills of the society, this poem won't
praise you, you the revolutionaries
nor will it talk revolution, this is
poem is anti revolutionary cause
this poem is today's poems.

A Celebration of abundance of
ignorance, a phantom of reality,
an astatic of artistry for mere
amusement. This poem is rich with
laughter and love as defined, this
poem is nothing like Mutabaruka's
poem it might rhyme like it, even sound
like it but this poem will not reveal
any hidden truth, at its best this
poem would definitely be an
appointment not honored, a
reactionary poem that will fail
to recall the nature of our pain,
which makes this poem the South
African truth and reconciliation
type of poetry cause this poem
will embarrass the nation, sham
the Victims, forgive the victimiser.
This poem won't liberate you nor
will it implicate whiteness, this
poem won't even bring the land
back but it will blame the dead
for exchanging the land for mirrors
and tobacco cause this poem is
a one sided view, a single story
written by an oppressor, this poem
is written in the language of the
oppressor, bear that in mind.
This poem speaks on the behalf of
the oppressed while it doesn't
believe that there's such thing as
an oppressor, this poem shies away
from race discourse but
this poem maintains it's anti racist
lip serves, this poem is liberal, this
poem is against apartheid, oppression
of blacks but this poem will not openly
take sides cause this poem benefits
either way. This poem it's the melody
of acceptance you have been
longing for, an Integration into
what discriminates, criminals
you and arrest your mind, this
poem police your sense of freedom
cause this poem wrote the freedom
charter, this poem gave you, all your
heroes, this poem is politricks of the
Madiba magic and guess what this
poem suddenly cares so much it
believes we are all humans after
all but this poem kills whenever it tries
to reach out or teach, this poem steals
more than it appears to give, this
poem only advocate for charity, it
will never share the stage of privilege,
this poem is your white friend at best,
a non-whites in denial, this poem is not
revolutionary.

|Suss KaMzibeni|