The First Symposium Poem by Sicelo Sithole
The First Symposium
A sweet beat
Of silence
sweeps the grand stand
at this first symposium
The cold wind
Filters the mood amongst
The Mothers
As they gather
Around this odd weather
From the ploughs
and the raw emotions
of blue waters and unjust harvests
The fathers Gather
With a mood better
Something strange has happened at the place
Of their own birth
It is their first symposium
And
All their children
Are
Missing
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5/6/2024 6:57:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I was mesmerised by this. Was this after the apartheid police killed many children in the protests about being forced to learn Afrikaans?