Don Mattera

Sobukwe… on his death by Don Mattera

It was our suffering          and our tears          that nourished and kept him alive          their law that killed…

The Poet Must Die… by Don Mattera

The poet must die His murmuring threatens their survival His breath could start the revolution; He must be destroyed.…

Departure by Don Mattera

I grow tired and want to leave this city seething in unrest and injustice I am leaving… No, I have already left. Look…

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