Biko Poem by Sicelo Sithole

Biko

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I read all of his writings in the dark
In the paintings on my mind I draw a mark
On his teachings on black consciousness and thoughts
I ride a wave of change, away from the oppressors that fought
Through injustice
Against our peace
I read all of his writings in the dark
I want to know how it feels like to be banned
How to suffer for black souls, which still after this movement never learned
To be Black and be Proud
To be black and sing freedom songs Loud
A man once had a dream
A dream
“TO MAKE A BLACK MAN TO COME TO HIMSELF;
To PUMP BACK LIFE INTO HIS EMPTY SHELL;
TO INFUSE HIM WITH PRIDE AND DIGNITY,
TO RIMIND HIM OF HIS COMPLICITY IN THE CRIME
OF ALLOWING HIMSELF TO BE MISUSED AND THEREFORE
LETTING EVIL REIGN SUPREME IN THE COUNTRY OF HIS BIRTH”
That man was Biko
Sadly they decided to damage his brain, so that such dreams can fail
That dream was Biko's, the dream is mine and yours now
And Biko lives on

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Sicelo Sithole

Sicelo Sithole

Durban, South Africa
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