
Long Live Apartheid by Yogesh Sharma
I was feeling sad and red, I didn’t know, which way, nation was going. There were quotas all around, Communal, caste,…
I was feeling sad and red, I didn’t know, which way, nation was going. There were quotas all around, Communal, caste,…
No! This is not dying when the trees Leave their twigs To grow blindly long into windows like fingers into eyes. And …
The air, I hear, froze to the sound searching. And my memory present and future tickles the womb like the pulse of th…
i thought of eden the first time i ate a fig i thought of a whiteman …
black people are born singers black people are born runners black people are peace-loving these myths make of us naïv…
Was I wrong when I thought All shall be avenged? Was I wrong when I thought The rope of iron holding the neck of youn…
O Mzingeli son of the illustrious clans You whose beauty spreads across the Tukela estuary Your memory haunts like tw…
Over the vast summer hills I shall commission the maternal sun To fetch you with her long tilted rays, The slow heave…
Cold the clammy cement sucks our naked feet a rheumy yellow bulb lights a damp grey wall the stubbled grass wet with …
Sleep well, my love, sleep well: the harbour lights glaze over restless docks, police cars cockroach through the tunn…
Black, green and gold at sunset: pageantry And stubbled graves Expectant, of eternity, In bride’s-white, nun’s-white …