We Walk The Past Poem by Sicelo Sithole

We Walk The Past



From the dark wombs of your faithful thought oh! Dear Africa
From the white nations, the gods of black art and the creators of this bold scar
From the curses of rebuking the black origin, and walking the past to the years so far
From the dark minds confided with sorrows of age and that of shining black stars
From the African slave ships, to these seeds scattered by this silent scar
From the history of walking four hundred years into the past, to this black dream of now cold Africa
The essence within the songs amongst black souls that saw the art cold and soar
Lament upon my ears like the past years walked from the future of Darfur
Towards all the common laws laid before us black slaves, that left the poverty seed fresh & raw
Praise to surviving black males, the precious seeds of my thought warm and the written cold verse
Shame to the surviving white thought, the decaying seed that brought the fountain of the cold curse
We walk the past; we are the black life unfound from the white life on this system in reverse
Upon this cold history we stand and walk the past years towards the common peaceful universe

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Sicelo Sithole

Sicelo Sithole

Durban, South Africa
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